Unexpected Twists Of Life
Married my high school sweetheart. It was a storybook love story, we supported each other. In our early 20s we moved across the country with no plan at all, no jobs no place to live, and it worked out. We eventually both got a master’s degree, she became a licensed therapist, and I got my MBA and got a good job at a hospital. We bought a house, things were going great. She had a lump on her ovary, but no problem it was benign. Treatment was dependent on our plans to have kids. We had talked about having kids but we were never in a hurry. We were in our early 30’s at this point. We decided we would eventually like to have kids so they surgically removed the bump and put her on hormone therapy. So here is the plot twist… turns out she is bipolar and the hormones kind of set her off. She gets completely psychotic and delusional and ends up hospitalized and out of touch with reality for about 6 months. I am with her the whole way, she eventually gets clear and is on medication that controls it. She is symptom-free for a year, her psych doc chalks the event up to hormone therapy and takes her off the meds, but she is still fine. We get pregnant, we have the baby. One day she is nursing the baby and she tells me “there are cameras in the lights.” She has her 2nd episode. I can’t describe how horrible these episodes are. She is paranoid and delusional and she thinks she is completely fine. She is treatment-resistant and unwilling to go to the hospital. It’s another hard 6 months before she finally comes out of it. Now she knows she is bipolar and takes meds every day. Her biggest fear is that she will get sick in front of our daughter. She gets another job, I get a raise and an opportunity for a promotion if we move. She was fine for 2 years. One day she is feeling off so she goes to her doc. This is the start of the 3rd episode. We don’t make it through this one. She gets violent, quits her job (even though she is currently on disability), and drains the checking account. The 3rd time she hits me it is in front of the kid. She is so treatment-resistant, I just need to protect myself and the kid, so I left her. We were together for 20 years. We were supposed to grow old together. Now I’m a single dad and after almost a year she is finally coming out of it. So the next chapter of my life is starting with a custody battle.