There was the time her husband directed rush-hour traffic on City Avenue; the time he was convinced he was a narcotics agent, capable of making a notorious corner drug-free, and the time he drove his car into oncoming traffic, hitting a police car.

Through these episodes, various hospitalizations and the day-to-day stress of living with a mentally ill spouse, she works as an administrative assistant at a Center City courier agency, raises their two daughters, 12 and 14, and does not think of ending her marriage.

"With me," she said, "I had eight years of a good marriage. I know what my husband was. It's kind of like 'in sickness and in health.' "

At times, her manic-depressive husband is a "wonderful, wonderful father" to the girls; other times, when he's in the midst of a psychotic episode, she has separated from him.

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