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Not repeatedly, but a couple times I disappeared for just a night. One time I booked a flight to San Francisco and planned to live there for a month or two and then return to him. [I would never consider leaving my husband permanently.] In that case, I ended up telling him (impulsively) before I left and he made me get a refund for the ticket. I was in the psych hospital very soon after.

My dad surely has bipolar disorder. He would have wild tantrums and then "leave", but he wouldn't go far. He actually slept in an old chicken house a few times for periods of two to seven days, or so. My mom was happy he was out of the house, and knew he'd eventually return. I don't know why he didn't just go to my paternal grandmother's house down the road. She had extra rooms, but I think he thought he was making more of a statement by sleeping in the chicken house. This is a true story.

That reminds me. Maybe about 6 months ago, I got really angry at my husband and slept in the back of my car (a 1997 Honda Civic) in the driveway. I believe in the thick of it I thought I might be OK living out of my car. He came out in the early morning and convinced me to come back into the house.