I was married for 36 years to a wonderful man who loved me unconditionally despite the hell I put him through. Throughout our marriage I used to ask him why he put up with me, how could he love me, when would he have seen enough and leave me? He just answered, "You're my wife. That's what a husband does." He was more relieved than anyone when I was diagnosed bipolar NOS...finally there was a name for the monster that twisted me into shapes nobody recognized. He stood by me even when I had to go to the hospital, never missed a visit, and held me when I was bawling my head off because I was so upset over my new diagnosis of bipolar 1. He was with me every step of the way for 36 years until he passed away in 2016.

Take-away lesson: Don't believe you don't deserve love because of your illness. It sounds like your husband is as good as gold. Hang on to him, because there aren't a whole lot of men out there who can live with us bipolar folk. Best wishes to you.