I have a five month old son, before falling pregnant I was in the worst place of my life. I had multiple drug additions and zero self worth. I despised myself and my life. Anger doesn't cover the level of emotion I would fail to tame, every day. I'd come to the conclusion that our world was full of nothing other than self centred wickedness and I quite simply wanted out.
Needless to say falling pregnant with my bundle of beauty literally saved my life. I still have visible scars climbing up my arms but I am at least here to reminisce on their stories.
So anyway I did my pregnancy alone as my boys dad is schizophrenic so he was in a mental institution but we'd decided we'd better give a relationship a try as we'd already gone ahead and created a life. Said relationship has been completely non existent until a month and a half ago, that short month and a half has been a bumpy road to say the least. I think I may have bipolar 2 so naturally, we clash. This mornings clash session was the worst yet and I'm in two minds as to how to move forward, or if in fact the most mutually beneficial option would be to simply throw in the towel, I'm leaning toward the towel. He says he cannot help that his mind is wired to react, I say that's bullshit. The difference between us is that when I feel like I just want to let rip and run with the haze that falls over my head, I look at our son and don't even raise my voice. He on the other hand screams and shouts and thinks it's perfectly acceptable and justifies his careless actions by passing it off as his schizophrenia. I feel like I want to help him see how it should be dealt with for the sake of our boy but it's like talking to a brick wall. Anyone have a word of advice?