Peter and I posted this on each of our fb pages, on this day, 4 years ago:
Peter and I have been working on things for quite a while, but it isn’t going to work out and we have separated. We are still friends and are working together to do what’s best for the kids and ourselves. Thank you to our friends who have given us support over the years, we love you all.
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It’s that time of year again.
We actually had separated a few days before this.
10ish months apart and then a long time to work our way completely back together.
It hurts less every year, but I repost as not only a reminder to myself of my goals and what I need to be constantly aware of, but also as a cautionary tale to anyone else who loves someone with or has bipolar.
This was not completely one sided, he was dealing with issues from anxiety that he was unaware of (not my story to tell), and I had no clue that I was and had been manic for 2-3 years at this point.
I also NEVER knew that hypersexuality was something that sometimes comes with bipolar (or MANY other things too),and I feel I really need to share this symptom as often as possible so everyone who needs to, sees and knows about it.
It’s full of so much self-hate and shame, and taboo for most people to discuss. No one wants to talk about it and I still have a really hard time doing so.
It’s very insightful to look back at this time, and where my head was, and all my justifications and how absolutely nothing was more important than me getting what I wanted.
I actually was in love with who I was, I thought that every man and woman wanted me because I was the perfect of everything. I was smarter and better than anyone, and I was really really short tempered.
(There is nothing wrong with loving yourself, it’s just not who I am. None of it was, but I didn’t see that.)
This is not an excuse for my actions, but merely an insight of something I have to deal with.
2 Apr 2019
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Peter and I posted this on each of our fb pages, on this day, 4 years ago:
Peter and I have been working on things for quite a while, but it isn’t going to work out and we have separated. We are still friends and are working together to do what’s best for the kids and ourselves. Thank you to our friends who have given us support over the years, we love you all.
————-
It’s that time of year again.
We actually had separated a few days before this.
10ish months apart and then a long time to work our way completely back together.
It hurts less every year, but I repost as not only a reminder to myself of my goals and what I need to be constantly aware of, but also as a cautionary tale to anyone else who loves someone with or has bipolar.
This was not completely one sided, he was dealing with issues from anxiety that he was unaware of (not my story to tell), and I had no clue that I was and had been manic for 2-3 years at this point.
I also NEVER knew that hypersexuality was something that sometimes comes with bipolar (or MANY other things too),and I feel I really need to share this symptom as often as possible so everyone who needs to, sees and knows about it.
It’s full of so much self-hate and shame, and taboo for most people to discuss. No one wants to talk about it and I still have a really hard time doing so.
It’s very insightful to look back at this time, and where my head was, and all my justifications and how absolutely nothing was more important than me getting what I wanted.
I actually was in love with who I was, I thought that every man and woman wanted me because I was the perfect of everything. I was smarter and better than anyone, and I was really really short tempered.
(There is nothing wrong with loving yourself, it’s just not who I am. None of it was, but I didn’t see that.)
This is not an excuse for my actions, but merely an insight of something I have to deal with.
He has been and always will be my person.