This has absolutely NOTHING to do with me being bipolar. Nothing whatsover, that doesn't even get brought up. I'm not saying his concerns aren't valid, I'm just saying, I'm tired. When do I get to think about my OWN happiness instead of worrying about someone else's all the time? I'm not happy, not at all, and no, I do NOT need to rush to my psychiatrist, I'm not depressed.
I'm just barely speaking to my husband, but only because our counselor said "not to punish each other" for today's session. He's being much much nicer to me than I am to him, but I wonder, how much of it is even genuine?
I feel like I don't even know who he is. Maybe it was better that way, perhaps I didn't need to know.
What makes someone a good person? Is it someone who is charitable? Is it someone who believes in God? Is it a law abiding citizen? Is it someone who is moral? Is it someone who is compassionate? Is it someone who is loving to their family and friends?
Should I publish this post? Probably not, but hopefully I'll feel better about everything by tomorrow.