@BoyfriendqwithPTSD , good morning,
Yikes, when I read your feelings it's like a blast from my past. I so get it. It took me so long to sort through it. I wanted to validate your feelings for a second. When you love someone, and you're used to things being one way, and it abruptly changes, you do what's natural to you. You hang on. It's almost like we're going through the 5 stages of grief. If you haven't watched the 18 part video series on this forum, please do. It's one of the first things I did, when researching this. It has one part that talks about the grief. We are grieving the loss of who they were, of what our relationship was. And we have to process that.
With that being said. He can't. He can't, he can't, he can't. If he could... he would. It took me months to adjust to that concept.
I love incredibly hard, and I see that you do as well. I don't feel like my emotions were "wrong". But I have come to see, that when PTSD is raging, they are wrong for that situation. When I first started therapy, I asked my ex SO from her perspective, what does she think I need to work on. Simple one word reply... emotions. And strangely enough, my reply to her would of been the same. I wanted her to have more emotions, and she wanted me to have less.
I think I've just worked through something, as I've written this. We as supporters beat ourselves up so much. Everything feels like it's all our fault. And maybe that's what our partner is telling us. But I suppose when you really step back and look at it, there should be room for growth, trial and error, on both parts. Just as we are learning to grant them the space they need, while they navigate their own situation, we give them passes. I feel like it takes us time as well, and many errors in judgement will happen as we learn. We should be afforded those errors as well.
In these situations, I can't suggest strongly enough, your own therapy, and DBT. It helps immensely, with the idea of "focusing on ourselves". Your baby needs time to focus on himself. Now you do too. Things may not turn out as you hoped and imagined it would. But you have to be ok, you HAVE TOO.
In the words of my uncle who is now passed, "Who's important"? In his thick Boston accent, when I was a messed up youth, he always asked me that. And he asked me that until his last day. And he wouldn't stop asking, until I said, "I am".