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The tension is thick in the air as midnight approaches. Days of mind games and small arguments have been leading up to this war of words. In my mind, I’m right and my belief is just, yet they are leading to my own demise, since my belief is distorted and the pain I’m causing my wife is about to explode. It’s the “Same Old Bipolar Story.”
She stands at the threshold, arms crossed in anger and frustration, and her weary eyes fill with tears. She looks at me typing on the computer and say...Read the full article