My SO has been diagnosed with bipolar and anger issues since he was a kid. He's tried many different medications. He's been on pill after pill after pill and honestly the only thing that he's found to help without turning him into a zombie is smoking weed. We ended up moving to another state and he doesn't have insurance so he doesn't have a primary care doctor so no medication. Whenever he runs out of weed his issues are extremely noticable. To the point where we fight over petty shit. I've been diagnosed with a mood disorder but not nearly as bad as his. I've learned to control mine because I grew up in an abusive house so I had to. I still have days but for the most part I've had to change the way I think to avoid having outbursts. He does not try to control himself at all. If he doesn't have any weed he blames everything on being out. This morning he was sleeping in. Our 5 year old woke him up with hugs and kisses (I told him we could wake up dado cuz he had already slept in a few hours) but he got pissed at me after our son left the room. Apparently he didn't want me to wake him up this time. He wanted to just sleep until he woke up on his own. I told him if he would have told me just to let him sleep then I wouldn't have woke him up but thats kind of something he needs to mention before he goes to bed... Not be pissed about for me not knowing. I leave him alone in the bedroom to either get up or go back to sleep. Honestly I was hoping he would go back to sleep cuz after being yelled at about it I didn't want to deal with him. He ends up getting up and mentions hes going to cut his hair. I gave him the buzzers and reminded him that we need a new pair cuz they've been acting up for a while. They don't cut right so u have to go over the same spot multiple times. He snaps back that he knows. I leave him alone and 15 minutes later I hear a crash in the bathroom. I go to check on him... He threw the buzzers at the floor and busted them to pieces. So there's hair and buzzer pieces all over the place and his head is not even half way done. Fucking great. He said he couldnt handle the grinding sound every time they touched his head. I didn't say anything. I just got the broom and started cleaning up. He sits on the toilet and watches me struggle to pick up the rug and a few dirty clothes on the floor and watches me calmly clean up his mess. I wipe down the sink and everything so its all cleaned up. I told him I would message mom and ask her to bring a new good pair home when she gets off work at 3. It would be a few hours but he has today off from work and no plans to go anywhere so it was a good plan. We don't have a car right now so he decides hes going to take money from our savings (we're trying to move out of his parents house before the new baby gets here in May) and he wants me to walk to the dollar store (that I used to work at) to get a new pair of buzzers RIGHT NOW. They only sell 2 types and both are crappy. So I told him I messaged mom to get a good pair but thats not good enough. I told him I don't want to take money from the savings to get a crappy pair that are gonna break after using them 2 times. Its an argument. He asks me if I'm gonna go or not. I said no. I told him its pointless to spend 20-25 bucks on a crappy pair of buzzers when we can have a good pair in a couple hours and not have to worry about it. Plus I'm 36 weeks pregnant and have been having intense contractions all morning so I don't really want to walk a mile and a half for buzzers when the problem can be solved without that needing to happen. Not to mention my MIL has been on my ass about taking it easy since I've been losing pieces of my mucus plug pretty much every time I go for a long walk. So no. I'm not walking up there after I just cleaned up your fucking mess because instead of turning the buzzers off and waiting you decided to launch them at the floor and break them. He gets pissed off more, puts on a hat, and grabs his shoes all while mumbling about how he can't help being angry and I should be helping him in a situation like this. Like I didn't just clean up your mess and already solve the problem. I'm so fucking pissed right now. Hes throwing a temper tantrum and I'm trying to control my shit. Am I in the wrong here?