And here I am, divorced and never marrying again, lucky to be dating the same girl for eight years. And then there's that one day every few years where she runs out of her meds and begins believing I'm plotting against her when I ask how her mom is doing that I think, "I'm super glad I didn't get married again so I can just walk away if this shit lasts more than a few days."
That's love. Staying with someone, not because you're married and a divorce is a huge legal hassle, but because they haven't freaked all the way the fuck out yet.
PS, make friends with your pharmacist, fellow BPSOs. Make sure they keep those mood stabilizers and antipsychotic in stock.