Pho, I am just over here reading your thread and I realize that although the situations are different our H's struggle with mental illness and the aftermath is something we have in common. H has a team of female IC that seem hell bent against me. I also want him to get better but at this point it seems that he has given it up and the only option is divorce. I have lived for the past year and a half out of riffle bag because I never knew where it was safe for me to stay. I get mail at three different addresses because I have been running in between them dodging his mood swings. I spent most of the year 2014 on the road for my job, voluntarily, so that I wouldn't have to bear the brunt of his wrath. I finally found a place of my own just two months ago. I am trying to recover there. Living with a mentally ill partner is hell. You are constantly to blame for everything. It is hell.
