When my wife was careful about taking her medication she was able to fulfill her responsibilities as a mother and a wife. But when she would have one of her episodes the house became bedlam. I couldn’t bear to see the suffering of my children. I didn’t discuss this with my parents. I wanted to shield them from knowing this tragedy.
The word “tragedy” may seem like an exaggeration but believe me, it was a major tragedy. To break up a home, to scar little children, how could I live with that? I went to some therapists but it did not make me smarter. I consulted my rabbi but I didn’t find a clear answer there either. Should I or shouldn’t I divorce her? The decision was left in my hands.
(To be continued)