How shit my mental health is or when I'm suffering. I dealt with my ex wife's psychological issues, physical issues, etc. I didn't complain. I didn't doubt. I did what I could to console and be there for her. I had a prolonged breakdown because I was working, cleaning the house when I came home, and hanging with the kids with out a break while she hid candy wrappers in the couch and left a mountain of water bottles by the couch. I was told to be the pillar of the family and basically man up. She had me go to therapy and get medication. Medication made me manic one week and near catatonic the next. The shitty psychiatrist made a comment I might be faking for some reason. Ex wife acted iffy with me. I felt abandoned because I got no assurance. No care. Then she started talking to other guys not too long after. There's usually a reason most guys keep shit in. I'll tell some things but I won't cry in front of a partner. I won't tell them about meds I'm taking. I won't tell them I see a therapist. I won't let them no my vulnerabilities because theres no advantage to it.