I met my husband in the middle of an episode. I have had episodes all through our time together, and only now it seems that I might get more stable. Thank God my stable ‘I’ is loved by husband as much as my in any other.
So I met him because I had an episode and I was hypomanic (or in a mixed episode, I don’t remember much). I had been sleeping around for months and drunken myself wasted time after time. I met him at an evening where I got drunk again. Another of my not too charming moments from that time. For some reason he stuck around. I remember that I once said, drunk again, that he was too nice for someone like me. Honestly he was way too nice for me at the time.
He worked in the restaurant two doors down from mine, which meant that we saw each other a lot – in distance. I only met him because of my episodes. Even though I have from time to time regretted my time there, it was the luckiest of all times because I met him. Without my episodes I had never met my husband and without him I have never gotten through them. Please get me right; this still does not make me thankful or even happy for the disorder however. Never.
Over and out.