In July 2010 I married the love of my life. By the end of August 2010, less than a month after our wedding, my husband had thrown me out of our home, he had evicted me from our life together.
No, this is not fiction, it is very much reality, a reality which 15 months on I am still trying to cope with each and every day. You see, my husband has a mental illness (bipolar and/or borderline personality disorder) and a day after our wedding he decided that he no longer needed to take any medication and stopped,then and there. And that was the beginning of the end.
Within days he completely changed, became aggressive, abusive, intimidating, delusional, demanding money, stopped working, made irrational and reckless decisions. Basically he had no consideration or thought for the consequences of his actions. Consequences we are all still paying for today.
I could see he was not right and I confronted him and tried to get him to go see a psychicatrist but all that resulted in was a threat that he would get violent if I did not leave. He had to get rid of me, he was manic and no one could stand in his way. As I've come to find out at the time he was in 'bulldozer mode' and had to get rid of anyone who stood in his way.
So in the course of just over a year because he stopped taking his medication my husband destroyed his second marriage, got himself into extreme debt, destroyed his relationship with his 21 year old daughter to the point where she had to get a restraining order against him and he could also possibly face a jail sentence for harrassing and intimidating her.
This has been the most difficult time of my life and I hope to share my journey so that if someone out there reading this is thinking of stopping their medication then please reconsider, think of your family and loved ones, if not for yourself then do it for them. Life can fall apart very quickly and it can take years to pick up the pieces.