I met my wife two years ago while stationed here at Camp Lejeune, NC. She has three and a half year old twins from a previous (and very short) marriage. She had admitted to having bipolar disorder when we first started dating, although I never noticed any symptoms and it didn't seem to have an effect on us. It's almost like she didn't have it at all. She also admitted that she'd been abused in her two relationships previous to ours. I assured her that I would never hit her unless she were threatening my life and continued to show her that I'm trustworthy.
While dating for a year and a half, she cheated on me with at least 3 guys that I know of. One was a one night stand, one was a short relationship, and the other was a side relationship with her ex (not the father of her children) that she hid very well. I returned from Iraq in September of last year and we moved in together. At first, things were fine. We never fought, we were very happy together.
After living together for a month or so, we got in a big argument. I don't recall what it was over, but it ended when she started shoving me around. Things were fine again and for a while, we were the perfect happy couple. We began talking about marriage and I proposed to her on Thanksgiving Day while we were visiting my family in Michigan. We continued to be happy through the holidays.
Then she became emotionally abusive. She would criticize and humiliate me from time to time and she started withholding money from me. She demanded that instead of splitting all the bills, I should be the one to pay them all. So I started paying all the bills. This left me with little to no money and she kept the money she made to herself for the most part, unless I politely asked for some and explained why I needed it. Even then, I would have to deal with endless remarks about how I don't make enough money. Being in the military, I didn't make very much. She began to make me feel as if I didn't deserve to make decisions. We always went where she wanted to go, ate what she wanted to eat, and watched what she wanted to watch. She would still ask me what I wanted, but I quickly learned to keep my mouth shut because if I stated what I wanted, she would make it very clear that she wasn't happy with it and that I didn't deserve to have what I wanted.
In late January, we got married. I had said that I didn't think we were really ready for it yet, but she insisted on getting married... immediately. The military pays more if you're married and the extra cash would help us tremendously. After thinking about it, we got married that night. The extra money I got covered all of our bills and we began to live a little more comfortably. It only made her worse. She became more and more emotionally abusive over time and I begged her to get help. After a couple weeks of persuading her, she finally admitted that she needs help and went to a psychologist. He told her that she needed a psychiatrist to help with her bipolar disorder. She was put on a slew of medications to help with mood swings, depression, anxiety, and other matters. She continued to see her psychologist as well, who told her that I am the trigger for her anger. He told her that I'm a button pusher and that I love to play with her emotions and make her angry. This is NOT true. I do everything I can possibly think of to keep her happy. I sacrifice everything I possibly can NOT to make her angry because I can't handle it and I don't want the kids to have to see it.
The medication and the sessions with her psychologist were helping, at least a little bit. Things were improving overall, but she still had her bad days where her emotional abuse would drive me to tears.
A few weeks ago, she got angry at me over something small. I don't even remember what it was, but it was something small and insignificant in the grand scheme of things. She immediately resorted to violence and left marks on my face. My left eye was swollen and bloodshot for a day or two as well. She said she was sorry and would try to control her anger.
On Wednesday, my enlistment in the Marine Corps came to an end. This caused a whole new cycle of emotions from her, as she is now furious that she has to pay bills until we move. We are moving to Las Vegas in a month and a half to be with her family. If I were to get a new job now, I would start working right around the time to put in my two weeks' notice. It's really pointless for me to be looking for a job when we're moving across the country in a matter of weeks. With my last paycheck from the Marine Corps, I paid all of this month's bills and advanced on some of next month's.
Since being discharged from the Marine Corps, she has continuously made every effort to let me know that I am not a man because I'm not paying the bills (even though I already paid them and it's only been two days). She's constantly nagged at me that I'm not a man because I'm not doing anything to support my family even though I'm simply waiting for HER so we can move across the country to be near HER family (and thousands of miles away from mine).
Today, she resorted to violence again. She was berating me for being worthless in the car as we pulled into our driveway. She continued as we walked to the house and once inside, she began shoving me around. In my defense, I pushed her away from me and she lost it. She broke the skin on my face in three places and scared the hell out of the kids in the process. She then ran to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and held it to her wrist and began screaming not to come near her. I told the kids to go to their room and shut their door. They were terrified, they had no idea what was going on. My cell phone was in my pocket and i dialed 911 without her noticing and left it in my pocket as I tried to talk her into putting the knife down. She was already starting to bleed a little bit. I got her to drop the knife, but when she saw my phone was on in my pocket, she instantly knew I was calling 911 and grabbed a pair of scissors. After about 15 minutes of talking her into putting the scissors down, she finally sat on the couch and continued screaming at me. About then, a 911 operator called me back and asked if we needed help. I told her the situation was under control, but thanks anyway. My wife is now furious with me, saying that I'm trying to get her arrested and trying to get her kids taken away from her. I told her the truth... that I was scared she was going to hurt herself or someone else. She doesn't buy it, she just thinks I was trying to get her in trouble with the authorities. She then told me that if a police officer comes to our door, she'll tell them I choked her and smacked her twice. There wasn't a mark on her (aside from the cuts she put on her own wrist). Hours after the whole incident, she's still pissed off at me. She still claims that everything that happened today was my fault and she still claims that I beat her.
I just don't know what to do. I love my wife when she's emotionally stable, I really do. I'm just beginning to get scared of what she's going to do next. I'm afraid to talk to anyone about it. I don't want her to get in trouble and it's not exactly easy to explain how a 130 pound woman can beat up a 220 pound Marine. If anyone has any advice on what to do or how to handle this, please share...