I feel as if I am slowly, but surely, losing my mind.
I'm not diagnosed, but my wife is bipolar and we are breaking up. My past misdemeanors have caught up with me (an attempted adultery by me, and I say attempted because nothing happened - no sex but the intent was in my mind). This came about because i didn't think she cared about me anymore. She was being critical about things that i did. I'd not long lost my mother and I was reaching the age of 50. I was in a mid-life crisis kind of situation. I started buying clothes to make me look younger. I was cocky and rather arrogant. I started to do mean spirited things to piss her off, while telling her she was paranoid and nothing untoward was going on. I admit, i was turning into a twisted man - just not me at all! This was roughly 8 years ago. We weren't married then, but we are now (in 2022).
The beginning of this year I was withdrawn and quiet, introspective, depressed. Shes always had this way of being critical of everything i do, and ive been having one of those "who am I? / what am I doing wirh my life?" moments. She took that as me being deliberately distant and ignoring her. She does have her own problems and worries (separate from the bipolar) and I was neglecting her when she needed my support.
Now, she is saying I lied to my family about what really happened back then and is slowly turning everyone against me. I can't talk to her. I'm scared of saying the wrong thing, losing my cool or lashing out and worsening matters. She is making it that I cannot talk to anyone: my family, the stepkids, friends (not that i have any). I am trapped in a nightmare situation, where it seems I'm a narcissist and a liar. It is killing me inside. I'm feeling my heart rate skyrocketing and my health deteriorate. It's hellish!
I've nowhere else to go. No one can put me up (or wants to). I'm still living in the house, if I can call it living. Every step I make is wrong. She is hyper-critical of the things I do. I thought doing nothing would be wiser, but then I'm being lazy, don't care about anyone but myself and if I do do something, it's only half a job. Every single thing I do pisses her off. I am trying my best to resist self-harming because I know she'd have a go at me for getting blood everywhere!
It's like a sick, twisted game I didn't want to play and have no chance whatsoever of winning. I'm bound to lose and it's my mind I'm losing. The really sad thing is that I love her. However, I fear things have gone way to far to pull it back from the edge.
Any advice? Just anything. I'm at a loss as to what to do now.