I need help...I am in the middle of a crisis and I do not have clarity.  
I know that different people exhibit Bipolar disorder differently. Some people tend on the manic side and have feelings of invulnerability, no need for sleep, heightened sense of power from force or coercion, a fast forward kind of feeling all around them. (I know that there is a bipolar section but I wanted to talk here too because of the whole content of my story) 
I guess I should start from the beginning. I appreciate whatever help comes. I have a lot to get off my chest at the moment. This might be a mini-novel.  
At the present, I am 30 and my Love is 35. I met him about 11 years ago and we were sweethearts, crazy for each other from the start, went everywhere together, worked at the same job, stayed at his house and then mine alternately, partied together, camped together, etc. etc...However, after almost a year, I discovered him at a strip club, hated that, and shortly thereafter he broke up with me....also, his Mom, when she discovered there was a "me" tried to glare my head off and told me to find people of my own kind, people who had not graduated from college whose parents had divorced...well, this put quite a damper on the relationship, mostly because my bf didn't take up for me. I mean I understand there are people in the world who are judgmental. That she could have been afraid of losing her son and such, but when he didn't stand up to her I had plenty of red flags. This not standing up to her was part of being in the family, I came to find out. So, we had our issues.  
After he broke up with me, I decided to leave town to attend a teacher training course for a specific type of meditation. I lived an alternative life. I mean I lived in a group of people, not with my biological family and I taught classes around the world on meditating. So, different than what my biological family had hoped for but I was happy and I felt like I was with "my" people so to speak. So, maybe 5 years of this around about and I moved to Australia then Las Vegas then Minnesota ( I am kind of nomadic in nature) then back to where I had met this man who had once held my heart. I moved back to start a business with a friend who lives in the area. My lost love and I quickly rekindled all kinds of interests with each other and some new healthier ones as well! Now I had more in my history to make me unfit in the eyes of his mother and maybe him as well. Teaching meditation and living with anyone other than one's biological family is sinful, more than likely anyway. So, other things were rekindled too. Conflict.  
Now this man and I have a lot of positive energy together. We encourage each other to do our best and take care of each other. We nurture and stroke the other. We listen and talk. Well, mostly I talk and he listens. I encourage him to talk and he does more than he did formerly. I have always said that I can imagine us moving to a foreign country and running an orphanage or the like. We both love to serve and be the doers as opposed to the committee type. For example, at our church many people talk about feeding the homeless but by the time they say adjourned, we have said the blessing on the steps of the shelter. lol. There are many good and lovely aspects to our togetherness and boy oh boy have we changed and matured since those first times years ago! Including but not limited to the fact that he had learned a healthy, or mostly healthy, way of standing up to his mother when she degraded me more recently. 
This woman, who had bullied and name-called me, scoffing at my love and desire to marry her son, last week passed away. Now listen there are many outstanding things to be said for her, she loved the Church and her family, she worked hard everyday, she had two Masters...and there's plenty more. It is only necessary that I tell how she related to me as well, because it is a part of why I feel so lost and in need of clarity at the moment. She had been sick for about a year and in a way it was not a big surprise her passing. The lack of surprise has served to prepare my partner in a way, he says, but I am not so sure about that. 
It has been 6 days and I have stood by him literally since the moment the nursing home called to say she was going downhill. Since her passing, I have listened to all the marvelous things about her, as is appropriate. I invited my Mother and Grandmother to the funeral. I have hugged and listened and done whatever was in front of me to do gladly.  
Now, we are back home and I am fighting back the tears to get to this part...My Love was diagnosed with bipolar disorder before I met him 11 years ago and has been using medication for quite some time. I have only heard stories about how It effects him and the things he has done, bought or destroyed. I am as of today having a front row seat. I do not know what to do or how to truly be of any consolation, help or support...:::tears:::...I think I should not be his partner. My stomach churns and my heart aches when I am around him in this state of wound up nerves and disconnected feelings. I will not abandon him. However, I cannot be with him in the same way I was before. I feel scared around him, not for my immediate safety, but just that he is not there, with me. He, the True Him, is gone somewhere and I do not know where. We are not connecting. He is not behind his eyes in the same way.....I want to trust that God is in control here but I know we can deny this authority at times and create chaos. I feel that chaos is coming and I do not want to be part of the shrapnel. I have heard Dr. Phil say, "friends are those that are coming in the door when everyone else is going out." I want to be that friend...if it is at all possible.....::::tears:::...... 
I know he has many feelings and thoughts under the high-powered, do it all himself mode, fearlessness. I know he needs time. I know he may feel a conflict of interest since he wants to honor his Mother and she (most of the time, but not all of the time) did not like me. I can see that he may need space, but I can see that he may need company....how do I be there for him and not repress the fear that I feel in his presence? I want to do the right thing for his healing and not to continue to create more suffering.  
:::big breath::: I have considered coming on-line and becoming a member for as long as I've watched Dr. Phil, but it is not until I am in tears with a breaking heart that I have made it here.