I got manic level rage last night because I finally slept in my bed last night and H didn't even look up from his phone to say goodnight, for hours. Logically I know he didn't mean anything by it but my internal reaction was wanting to throw his phone, SH then ask for a divorce. I sat there doing grounding techniques until I passed out because of my meds. I'm not looking forward to leaving. None of us are stable. I feel I barely escaped hospitalization last night.