For the last 3 years I’ve been supporting my boyfriend because he is mentally ill (bipolar) and refuses to try to find work. He can also get really mean, and I’m afraid to tell him that we’re about to go over our bandwidth limit (again) because he’s always downloading stuff. Lots of people think that I’m a very “together” person, but they have no idea that I hold my world together with paper, spit, and rubber bands most of the time.