wrote:
I was diagnosed about six motnhs ago with manic depression, psychotic,
and something else because of a test and the crap I am going through in
my life these past two years.
I got married two years ago to a woman that had a child. Bear in mine,
I am 37, and never been married. We bought a house, lived with my
morther in law for a year, been constantly remodeling, and have a
wonderful baby. My wife constantly bitches at me to do stuff, and we
get in a fight. The thing is I feel I do everything, I dont spend money
except on the house and fuel for my car, which is $100/2 weeks. She
spends money like its going out of style and bitches at me when my
checking account overdrafts (happened twice), yet she has the whole
moeny of 2 paychecks to spend. When I want to talk about finiances she
suts up and says "WELL, WE NEED THIS OR WE NEED THAT"
Even my parents think its my fault, I am sick of this going on and on
and on, and want out in some way. BUT there is a 8 month old baby
involved, also.
Well, that is the short end of what has happened to me. Any help? I
cant find any happiness in my life. Sitting with my baby girl is fun,
but the wife takes her away from me to feed her and such. I feel like I
cant be trusted with her and the only WAY is my wifes way.
My wife now knows that we are going to split apart, not that she hasn't
probably guessed it, already. She emailed my parents, and they were on
the phone for a while with me pleading for me to make it work. I have
sent her an email message, because the emails she sent back she stated
that she is hurt at the momment. I have not heard anything back from
her since. And the last time we almost split, she told me "...at this
moment, I am fine with it"
This has come to this now 4 times in our two years, two months of
marriage. I think this is the end. I been thinking of this for a
lllooooonnnngggg time. I aint happy, and when I state why I am not
happy, I am attacked by her for saying that I am attacking her. So I
thought I would be prepared, but....MAN, I FEL LIKE COMPLETE POO.
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