Dude.. Your wife is a hound. Sorry, but i calls it as i sees it. Bi-polar my foot. Just an excuse. But honey, i'm so messed up in the head that i just don't know what to do...blah blah blah..... Now that you shelled out the do re me to get her some of them new store bought chompers, the chick is on a roll. Horrible childhood, jeez louise, i had one of them to, but you don't see me all bi-polar and getting a mad case of fibromyalgia (spell check please). Listen guy, you sound okay, but this wife of yours is gonna send you straight to the funny farm. If you love her, ship her stank ass off to a therapist. If you don't think that you wanna continue this "marraige" (notice the quotes) say see ya. She sleeps on the sofa!!! Give me a break. With a big burley cuddle bug of a husband, who needs heat. Don't sleep around. Don't stoop to her level of ignorance, unless your bi-polar too. You got a kid to think of. Baby already has a nasty mom, you need to be a good dad. Sorry, don't mean to offend, just speaking my mind. Good luck hon.