Sometimes it’s just not about us. It’s about them. The hard thing is to tell the difference.
My first wife that I was married too for 19 yrs. Suffered from chronic depression and a personality disorder. Being young, somewhat ignorant of such things. I had no idea as to how to cope or live with that. I had known of people that were a little off but never anyone like this.
As she ultimately and slowly got better. For her it became a tool of manipulation to keep the rest of the house under her control. I later learned that this was just verbal and emotional abuse. Giver her outburst and mood swings we were all kept walking on eggshells around her.
When you live with someone like this, over time you get deeply affected by the wonky behavior. It took me many years after we spit to get my own head right.
I finally got her professional help and that helped the rest of us. Like most who suffer these conditions she would never stay on her meds.
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