Late last week, DH announced to me that he had not been taking his meds and that he was not planning on taking them.
He stated that he was tired of "not doing anything" and he knew that if he stopped taking his meds, he could be "more productive" and "get a job" and then I wouldn't have to work so much.
It was a good idea in theory. I had already started to see mood swings, but I had chalked them up to changes in sunlight/weather. DH honestly had no recollection of
any of the things that happened before. He thought, for whatever reason, that things were fine and then people decided he needed meds.
When I reminded him of a lot of the things that happened before he was medicated, and I reminded him that he WAS in fact, working, when this began, he looked at me like I was making it all up! He completely didn't believe me, and didn't believe, if the things I said were true, that they were "that bad"!
To make a pretty long story shorter, I told him that it was his decision to make, but that if things start going down that same road again, well, I am not going to go there. If he chooses to not take his meds, and it causes problems with our marriage, I'm done. So "That Guy", said to me, "I guess that's a chance I'll take then."
The next day, DH told me that he had decided to continue taking his meds. I congratulated him on this decision and tried very hard to be supportive. But things haven't been the same since. He's been lying in bed sulking. When I come to bed, he gets up and goes into the living room until I get up. His sleep schedules are all messed up, and I think a hospital stay is not unbelievable at this point. The only thing he did yesterday at all was lie in bed and eat. And we've been here before. I get fed up and start fantasizing about living on my own. And I really like the idea.