|At a wedding reception.|
My boyfriend understands that I need medication and he supports me taking it. He has had glimpses of me without it, including one stint in a mental hospital, and he is happy that there is medicine to help me stay sane.
Last fall, before I ended up being hospitalized for mania, he saw me yell loudly at a rude woman in a bar while wielding a chair, steal some paper from a convenience store, run through traffic to get away from a security guard who was chasing me, and ask the cops to take me to the hospital while lying down on the sidewalk--and this was all in one night! He must love me to stay with me after all of that!