Trying to be Thankful


It’s days like today where I really think my life would be so much better if I were on my own.

I’m sympathetic to his illness, I really am.  Being bipolar sucks.  And after witnessing it first hand for so many years, I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.

But when does it stop becoming an illness and starts becoming an excuse?

How can he be so good for so many weeks, and then on the one day that I need him, he’s suddenly not ‘feeling well’ and can’t get out of bed?

Is this manipulation?  Does he want to see me fail?  Or is he really sick?  I don’t think I can tell anymore.  Lately, the timing is just too convenient.

But I just can’t take care of both of us by myself anymore.  It’s too hard, it’s too much.

And I think I’m going to have to admit defeat…sooner, than later.

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2 Comments »

  1. Anonymous Said:

    Imran g

  2. il Gordo Said:

    There is no shame in admitting defeat. You must remember that you have to think of your own well-being too. Being with someone who brings you down is exhausting and can really affect your health.


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