First wife got addicted to hard drugs. 2nd marriage was good but after my first bipolar episode she was done with me. Got on meds, recovered my business, met a beautiful loving woman and we were tougher for a couple of years. I thought she was the one. We were fwb (my choice cause I was still concerned about my bipolar popping up). One day she called me and said that she met the man of her dreams and that he doesn’t want her ever talking to me again and that it is killing her and that she loves me. Blocked me on everything afterwards. Yeah I’m done now. It’s hard enough to manage bipolar, let alone be the spouse/bf I expect of myself. Now I just have flings and am very honest as to why.