Obeying my husband is always necessary, and as usual, I know what he says is likely for my own good. I don’t agree, but I’m being petulant, and he’s probably right. I want to go off all my Bipolar medicine to help me lose weight and trigger hypomania (not mania). My husband insists that I stay on them. He wants me to avoid mania and would rather me fat and stable than thin and crazy. I get it. I have no guarantee that hypomania won’t turn into mania, and I have a bigger problem with my weight than he does. I understand his wisdom, but the irrational part of me still wants to throw them all in the trash when he goes to work. But submission isn’t submission if you only do it when you agree.
My husband is so supportive. He brings my morning pills to me. He does school pickup when I need to take stronger anxiety medicine. He made my birthday a delight. I’m so fortunate to have him. He deserves resoect.
I am thinking of making moving easier on the family by leaving most of our stuff in storage until C retires. We are going to the island with only about 1100 pounds of our stuff. Everything else will go into storage. We’ll rent furniture. If that goes well and I can bear to be without my lovely things for longer, we may just leave them in storage and continue renting furniture. We move so often, and every time we do, setting up house in a new place is overwhelming. C doesn’t have time to help, and I usually struggle to do it fast enough. When we moved here, we ended up hiring help. They worked hard and did well (two of them anyway), but it was expensive. To save C time, us money, and me headaches, it may be best to keep moving light and simple. I’ll bring clothes, favorite books, and art supplies. And jewelry. That’s it. Let’s see how it goes. We move in 2025. We aren’t sure what month yet.
I can’t wait to be living on a tropical island in the Pacific. It will be so nice!
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