I am a hostage to the situation

I've known the guy for 3 years, and have been in a relationship for less than a year. And now, 4 months after we met, he ends up in a mental hospital. But it didn't put me off, on the contrary, I tried to show him thatlove can be unconditional. Then it turned out that he had bipolar disorder and borderline personality disorder. By the way, he hadwife (divorced) and have a child.

Over these 3 years, there was everything - debts that I took on for some reason, moving to another city when he was feeling bad, moral support, financial support. I tried to do everything and for everyone so that he would finally understand that he was loved just like that (I know that I am overly compassionate and have a savior syndrome, but only now did it dawn on me how far things went).

And now, 2.5 years later, he indirectly, through flowers and toys, hints atrelationship , no one made a direct proposal. I agreed, thinking that everything should change, but everything became even worse. I cook, wash, clean, I have been the only one working for a year, since he is not able to test-antibiotic.com due to mental problems. I am the only one who talks about my feelings. We discussed this topic, he promised that he would work on it, since he was disappointed in all previous relationships. Result: no changes.

I am very tired, I have debts that I think will never end. I feel like I am giving everything without receiving anything, even just attention sometimes. At the same time, sometimes he has “attacks” of tenderness, when we can cuddle, watch a movie. There is no sex, no kisses as such either. He has a lot of problems, both mentally and physically. I am very afraid to break off the relationship, since after breaking off all previous relationships, he tried to commit suicide and I was a witness to this. I also know very well how he treated his exes (flowers, declarations of love, wedding rings and a desire to get married, serious plans forfuture ). He tells me directly that he is not going to marry again, he no longer needs children except for his daughter.

I'm afraid that if he does manage to commit suicide after my test-antibiotic.com departure, I will feel completelylife is guilty. And it's hard to say about love, in such conditions everyday life has destroyed everything I had. I feel that I am no longer able to simply feel anything, a feeling that life is passing me by, because I know only one route: home-work-home. I don't go out anywhere on weekends, because I get very tired at work.

But fears for his future life are winning out for now.

I don't know what to do.