Don't know if my husband is really bipolar or schizophrenic or a selfish attention seeking ahole?

I'm 19 years old. My husband is 23. He and I met in 2010. In one of the first conversations we had we both found out that we had taken medication, him for being bipolar (diagnosed at 17) and I used to take Trazodone and Lexapro due to insomnia and depression, which we both decided to stop taking for different reasons (I didn't like the side effects). 2011 comes around, we were engaged by March and found out I was pregnant April. All this time everything was perfectly fine without medication. Our son was born late December, everything was still A-ok. Then his father remarried in January 2012 in Hawaii. He went on that trip alone because our son was just too young, and after getting back about a week later he started to really act up. He became aggressive when he's usually the sweetest, calmest person around. One day we went to a restaurant where he used to work at and he realized he had forgotten his wallet. We were 5 minutes away (driving) from our home, so he said, "Hey I'll just run home and get it." I waited in the restaurant for over an hour, and finally called a friend and asked him to pick me and the baby up, but to our surprise my friend came and said "Hey **** is over there smoking a ciggarete with some random guy." And sure enough he was. I asked him to tell him that I was obviously still waiting for him. So he comes back and I'm like "What took you so long?" "Oh, I came back walking." And I'm sitting there like WTF because we had our 1 month old son with us and it was like 80+ degrees outside. I had to remind myself that we were at a public place but I asked him to pay the tab and it turns out he "Oh, I forgot my wallet at home" Then he swore up and down that "someone named Jessica" was going to pick us up. (Jessica used to work with him at that restaurant. He lost his virginity to her and he completely broke his heart) Long story short, we waited 2+ hours, and the restaurant owners called the cops on him where he caused a scene by holding the baby in carseat and telling the cops to die. The cops allowed someone to pick us up and drop us off at home. That night I had to call the cops on him because he slapped me and that was the first time I ever experinced an episode like this with him. According to his family, he'd had similar episodes since his mother was diagnosed with cancer and passed away in 2008. He was in and out of hospitals for about 2 months and he kept saying weirder and scarier things (from I'm God and you're Satan to denying our son and saying he was ugly and that he was going to slit his throat). Finally around April he began to respond well to his medication but doctors never disclosed all of the information because I wasn't "fully related". Though he still refused to take his medication, he did an outpatient program that really helped him out. Unfortunately by this point he had alarmed his doctors so much that CPS came into the picture and it was something we had to fight until the case was closed in November 2012. December 13 2012, a week before our son's 1st birthday we're watching a movie and he gets up out of nowhere and says "I have to leave" I asked him the obvious "Where?" and next thing I know he's packing a backpack grabbing his passport and heading out the door. I had no idea what to do and had no idea where he was until his father found him two days later in Amsterdam, in a metal hospital. He was there for a month and a half, but not without escaping 2-3 times and getting into a bar fight and getting his nose broken. He was actually released a month in, but when I went to go get him in January he smoked at a coffeshop and changed drastically. One minute laughing, the next he burst out crying telling me that the cops that arrested him "weren't even real cops". I immeadiately tried to take control of the situation by telling him that this wasn't the place to cause a scene and asked him if he wanted to talk about it in our hotel which he agreed to. Walking out of the coffeshop he highfived and started a conversation with a random hobo and had the strangest scariest smile on his face. It really scared me. We had to take a train to the airport and then a shuttle to our hotel and those were the longest 30 minutes of my life. In the train he had the music playing and headphones on, full blast. Everyone was staring at us. He was talking to himself. I tried to ask him two times if he would lower it down, the first response I got from him was him yelling "You're the one causing a scene!" the second he actually raised his hand like he was going to hit me. We finally got to the airport and got on the shuttle bus. Sat behind two men who were having a friendly conversation and he was laughing along with them and repeating words they said. I decided I needed help and asked to borrow his phone to call the person that was watching our son back in the US. He agreed and said he'd smoke a cig outside, so I chose to go inside and call the hospital that he'd be staying at and asked them to speak to the concierge and explain the situation to them in their language because I really feared for my life. The concierge had the police come who took my husband back to the mental hospital. I came back to the US and his dad had to go get him two weeks later. So then it's February 2013, and he's still acting kind of weird (but notscary weird, just a little zoned off) but had a shot of Haldol that was to last 2-3 weeks (and figured that because it was stronger medication, that was to blame). He said we should get married in Vegas, and we did it in one day. It really was a happy normal day. right after we went to Mexico to finally celebrate our son's 1st birthday where my family took advantage of him to the max and had him drop money like crazy on alcohol and weed. after arguing with all of them I decided to leave him with them in Mexico and headed back to the US with my son. I moved out to a safe location where he couldn't find me. But a week later he calls me, let's me know he's back and that he's realized that everything that happend in Mexico was completely messed up. Says he wants to work things out. And because we we're just married and I'm really against divorce and because I really love him, I went back. Only to have to send him back to a hospital in March. He was there for two weeks and this time he promised he would continue to take his medication (by this point he was happy with the combination of Respiridone and Lithium) and he did. Everything was alright... for just a couple of weeks. Now, he took his medicaton every day and I made sure of it. I would give it to him myself. He got an easy job as a waiter at the place where we met. He wasn't helping me out too much with our son, which was frustruating, but I managed. He was acting completely "normal". Then on the 27th of April he comes home from work and once again he says he has to leave. A week earlier we found out that I was pregnant again. He promised he would stay in contact. That this was a choice he was making while taking his medication so I should know he's not "crazy". He was going to Tokyo for a while and he wanted me to email him the ultrasound pictures. That he loved me and our son very much but he had to do this. He once again grabbed a backpack, his passport, and left. I kept tabs on him through his card purchases and several email accountts and saw that he'd made a big purchase a couple of days later through expedia Japan, and saw that a couple of days into his Tokyo trip (he paid a hotel until and purchased a return flight ticket May 24th) he was planning a 10 day trip to Amsterdam and purchased another ticket to come home earlier (the 17th). By this point, I should mention that he didn't reply to any of my emails or texts and that's why I had to resort to opening his email accounts. A week ago I found out I was having twins. I texted him on the 17th letting him know that I wasn't pregnant with one child but two. He replied saying that the news made him very happy and that he hoped I undertood that he had to leave because "God had to show him a lot of things". Yesterday I wake up to a text from his number and I will add that at this point I believed that he was back in the US, so I was more than shocked when it read "Please call this number ******** we are using his phone in the emergency room in Amsterdam. A minute later a nurse calls me and informs me that police picked him up because he seemed confused and disoriented and that he will get transferred to a metal facility. Today another nurse calls me and tells me that he was very agitated, kept saying his name was Alex and that no, he did not want to speak to me.Now I'm sharing all of this because I have no idea what this kid is going through. if he's just doing this to be able to do whatever the heck he wants to do and he knows he can get away with it simply by going to a mental hospital or if he's really sick. I've really skipped a lot of details, but he remembers EVERYTHING he did during a "manic episode" (that's what I've learned to call them), it's not like he forgets. He's abandoned cars. Ran outside naked. Fought against cops. Said he's two other people (Jessica and Alex) That makes him act like a girl when he feels he's Jessica, And Alex is supposed to be this homosexual guy that loves my husband. He has called me "Mommy" and asked me to hold him while he cries (when he's "Jessica") And there have been times when my husband says he loves either one more than me and that he wants t be with them. He inhereted a lot of money when his mother passed away, that's how he's able to do this. And also, I don't know if he does it because someone always saves him. I really don't know what to do anymore. I want to just be able to worry about my pregnancy and our son, but their father is in another country back in a mental hospital. Part of me wants to leave him because he deserves it. This is what he wanted and this is what he gets. But Another part of me knows that I'm all the family he's got left that really cares about him. His father is sick and tired of dealing with this and wants to get on his with his life with his brand new young wife, and though I don't blame him, I can't handle it on my own. To be honest I feel like if my husband really is sick, his dad is the one to blame because of a lot of things my husband had to go through due to the divorce of his parents and lack of attention from his father (he lives half of the year in Kazahkstan and it has been that way since he was very very young). He started to act up right when his mother was diagnosed. So maybe that has something to do with it too. But then this last time he was on his medication and I just don't know what made him leave. Plus, he was fully aware of all of his actions. Thanks to me being able to log onto his email accounts, I was able to see that he asked in a public traveling forum if he'd have trouble going to the Netherlands after his last visit. There's also the fact that he's gone months and months without medication and acted perfectly fine (when we met-my entire pregnancy and the 8 rough months we had to deal with CPS) Please give me your perspective, and please don't be rude to me. I know a lot of people would have already left him, but I really believe in the wife being there through health and sickness. It' not like part of me doesn't think he just may be a spoiled rich white boy (I'm Mexican) who expects daddy to always come rescue him, I just don't know which prognosis is worse and if I can handle either one.