Meh. My father was bipolar and every month he'd go into some psychotic fit, breaking things and coming very close to hitting people. When I was little my mother pretty much hadta hide me in the closet to keep me safe. Once, durring one of his fits he slamed my mother's car with his truck (while I was in it, tho he didn't know I was). He'd always break stuff, never hit anyone, though a month after I graduated he and mom got in a spat...
Living with him was a competition, he'd get pissed and put holes in the wall, I did it right after him, as a "see how great a role model you make?" and even though we had our fun times in the garage working on cars, I hardly joined him because anytime he'd make a mistake he'd break something on the car he was working on. If he was painting a car for someone and messed up, he'd trash the whole car.
Dad also stalked mom, thinking she was cheating on him when se wasn't, recording phone calls with a jerry-rigged system in his garage, and freaking out over credit card purchases he said were for boyfriends that didn't exist. I didn't wanna be there. So I hopped my bike and rode down to my uncles to stay, after 3 hours he takes me back home and mom stumbles out the door and off the porch with bruises on her head, dad hit her with the phone.
A lengthy court drama ensued, he filed for divorce, then changed his mind 3 months later, pulling the "i'm sorry, please forgive me" sob-story like always. I hated my father more than anyone on the planet, my worst fear was to end up like him. Sadly, once I turned 24 I started exhibiting some of his behaviors, paranoia, distrust, anger and an overwhelming desire to break things for no other reason than being pissed off.
I also have had the pleasure of living with two other bipolar people and I have found that when I am around these people, my own desires to destroy things go into remission, and I just want to curl into a ball. Or in the few cases I get the balls, to I copy them and have a "break things and look stupid" contest. I try very hard to fight that urge to just bash the crap outta whatever's around me, cuz ya always wish ya hadn't after.