Reading all these posts have been exceptionally helpful. While my ex has not been formally diagnosed with bp disorder, a family friend who is a psychiatrist and has met with him suspected he has it. Based on everything I've read online, and finding out that his uncle has it, I have come to believe it myself. And so many of the stories I have read on this forum are so similar to mine.
We started off completely infatuated with each other, which quickly evolved into love. He has been unemployed for most of the time (we had been dating for nearly 2 years), but was living off of savings that his family had for him since he was young. In about over a year, those savings were depleted. We moved into his parents home so he could save what little money he had, but because he has a terrible relationship with them and blames them for a lot of his issues with jobs and his confidence level he moved out prematurely. Which is when our real issues between him and I began.
Prior to last August, he had his bouts of depression, but he was in school for massage and I think that was helping his mood levels - he can definitely charm strangers and acquaintances. After he was done with school, he knew he actually had to get a job, which made him extremely anxious. But he blamed me for not "pushing" him.
I gave him access to my car and paid for all the food, but he resented me for it even though he couldn't pay for a car or the food bills himself. While he finally landed a few jobs, they were only for a few hours a day, 3-4 days a week. The rest of the time he spent in our room, smoking weed (nearly an 1/8th a week), reading about football or playing video games. I tried to "push" him as much as I could, but there was only so much I could do.
When he was manic, he would invite me to take trips with him and his family, talk about us officially moving in together and how we would decorate the apartment and tell me how much he loved me. He would get lightening bolts of creativity and spend hours drawing out his "ideas", such as a fish hydroponics farm, or a wall sized scratching post for my cat. He would work out like a fiend. When he was depressed, he would be cold, distant, avoid sex, avoid all of his friends and uninvited me to trips to with his family. He would stay up late (sometimes until 2 or 3 am) and wake up late. He would overeat and not workout, and get upset about how his body was changing. He would burst into tears and talk about his family and how awful they were, even though they have been supporting financially so that he can pay his rent for the last 6 months or so (they are perfectly lovely and I think they are amazing people, who don't know what to do with their son that they consider to be a "mess"). Sometimes his mood swings would only last a few hours at a time - I never knew what person I would find when I got home from work or how it would evolve if we spent the day together.
The last 1.5 months have been incredibly toxic for me - we broke up 3 times in that period. Throughout it, I felt like I was walking on egg shells with him, afraid of what I would say that would upset him. He repeatedly said he wanted space, but because of my own insecurities, I kept trying to hold on to him tighter. However, when I tried to create a schedule that would provide the space he said he desired, he would tell me he didn't want anything to change. Later he would say that he was only saying those things to keep me happy. On St. Patrick's Day, he confessed to me that he was thinking of suicide and had actually mapped out a plan to carry it out, which put me in a tailspin.
The first break-up lasted less than a day, and ended with him calling me and telling me what a mistake he made and to come home. He then talked about moving in non-stop - he had grandiose plans of what he would turn the apartment into. The second break lasted 10 minutes, when I agreed that we should not officially move in together, but we would continue the relationship. I pointed out that I was never the one to bring up moving in, which he agreed; again, he was saying those things to make me happy and to normalize the relationship after the first break-up. The 3rd, and what I think is the final break-up, took place last Sunday. The funny thing is that I had been contemplating ending it with him, but I am still very much in love with him, despite the endless emotional ups and downs. He actually sounds serious about needing to end this, so I don't anticipate any pleas on his end to become involved again.
I went to his home earlier this week to get the rest of my things and I presented him with the idea that he might have bipolar disorder - he was surprisingly open to that idea and also broke down crying; he said that he hoped he did have bp because at least that would explain what he was feeling. He promised that he would go to a medical professional...I asked him to hold on to this feeling, b/c once he's in a manic state, he won't think that this needs to be addressed. I did tell his mom about his suicidal thoughts so that she would at least know.
I realized over the last few days since the breakup that I was too close to him to see the bigger picture of bp disorder - I had just thought he was moody and anxious because of his financial situation. I think he did care deeply for me, but as our relationship progressed, he treated me more and more like he treated his parents. It's not to say that we didn't have our good times, which we had plenty of, but that was all really prior to March of this year. And I felt that we were/ are connected on an emotional level; I felt that because he could cry in front of me that he felt safe with me and I could "help" and encourage him.
At this stage, the break-up is too fresh for me - I love him deeply, and cannot resist the urge to contact him. I find myself crying when I think of the good times, or a specific memory. I have my own issues with depression, so I myself am not emotionally well, and am dependent on him since we were together almost daily for 2 years. However, I will continue to read similar postings to this to remind myself that this is not a healthy relationship for myself, and am perhaps lucky that it ended before our relationship reached an even deeper level....