I'm not sure where to start or finish this post. Just as I'm not sure what I hope to get out of it. But I need something, and so here I am.
Sixteen months ago I met who I thought was going to be my forever, who I still hope is. We met online, living in different cities, we texted and chatted on the phone for nearly two months. We learned about one another, what made us tick, what brought us joy. He disclosed his diagnoses of PTSD and I felt I somewhat understood, having suffered from depression and anxiety for years. I wanted to help him, soothe him. I felt I could do that.
The time finally came, I was heading back to school and back to his city, we were going to meet. The meeting was nothing less than cinematic. It seemed our months of talking had forged a bond I had never imagined outside of a romance novel. We instantly connected. We were everything to one another. Sparks, magic, it was truly indescribable. The months passed and our bond grew. I moved in quickly, and we soon got pregnant. Sadly, shortly after, I lost the baby.
Things then began to take a turn. Fights occurring more often than not, contempt, passive aggressive notions.
Coming into this I recall being positive, so positive he remarked on it. He called me his light, his hope for a happy future. But slowly, I felt his negativity infiltrate my being. His pessimism replacing my light, his intolerance teaching me the new right from wrong.
I just want help. I want advice. I want to know how to get things back to how they were. He refuses to talk to someone, and similarly, refuses me talking to someone about how to support his PTSD. There are honestly moments when I question if he has PTSD or if he's just a narcissist.
I have never in my life met someone who can show me the utmost affection one moment, and treat me like absolute garbage the next.
His triggers are all over the place, so avoidance is near impossible. Diffusing fights seems just as impossible, if I were to agree with him, he gets mad at me conceding and claims he "doesn't want a spineless slave" but if I defend my opinion he escalates the situation to win my agreeance. He routinely tells me he's never been treated so badly as I treat him, for simple things like me being in an off mood and being anything less than nice to him. Even a simple joke, he takes as me "disparaging him" and it turns into a fight. However, if he makes jokes about my appearance or intelligence or the like, and I take issue with it, he calls me too sensitive and says I'm stifling his joking nature. That I'm changing who he is.
He is determined to keep some of his friendships hidden from me, something I've read is a trait of PTSD and that I've been told by our mutual friends he does regularly to protect some of his privacy. This leads to insecurities in me, which he tells me is unfair and controlling and something he shouldn't have to put up with.
On a number of occasions, a fun happy night will quickly turn into some of the worst fights I've ever been a part of because he "thought of something I did last week that he didn't like and shouldn't have to endure". Example, last weekend, after a great game night with friends (drinks included), he lashed out at me. A simple conversation where I told him he didn't have to feel bad about returning a gift he didn't like, turned into him telling me he can't be honest with anyone because sometimes feelings get hurt and he shouldn't have to bear anyone else's pain. Which then turned into him getting mad that a week prior, I had made an insecure comment (which we dealt with at the time). He yelled for, in no exaggeration, for 3 hours. Three. Yelling at the top of his lungs, throwing things, slamming things. Telling me he hates me, that I've made the last year of his life the worst he's ever had, that I'm a miserable b***h, that he wants me to leave. Yet, the next morning he wakes me with kisses and hugs. But never an apology. NEVER.
I don't know what to do anymore. I no longer know if it is indeed me. If I'm somehow making these "rude faces" and "condescending comments" that set him off. As he says he is a reflection of what he is given, he isn't mean unless someone is mean to him.
He tells me that now, my tears mean nothing. That he wants to be mean to me more often than not because I deserve it. I deserve to feel the pain I've caused him. That all the nice things I do for him and our house mean nothing because I'm a c**t far too often. He'll say things like, "Maybe if we were on better terms, you could be upset sometimes and be in a bad mood and not nice, but we aren't and so you have no right to be." He tells me that the fate of our relationship rests on my shoulders and he should not and will not change for anyone. That he wanted the best for us and our future and we could have had the best life but I've ruined it. And I don't know why I hold on so tight and keep trying. But when he does like me, he is so sweet and caring and affectionate. I know I sound crazy and pathetic.. I'm lost and confused and I need guidance.
Please.
Sixteen months ago I met who I thought was going to be my forever, who I still hope is. We met online, living in different cities, we texted and chatted on the phone for nearly two months. We learned about one another, what made us tick, what brought us joy. He disclosed his diagnoses of PTSD and I felt I somewhat understood, having suffered from depression and anxiety for years. I wanted to help him, soothe him. I felt I could do that.
The time finally came, I was heading back to school and back to his city, we were going to meet. The meeting was nothing less than cinematic. It seemed our months of talking had forged a bond I had never imagined outside of a romance novel. We instantly connected. We were everything to one another. Sparks, magic, it was truly indescribable. The months passed and our bond grew. I moved in quickly, and we soon got pregnant. Sadly, shortly after, I lost the baby.
Things then began to take a turn. Fights occurring more often than not, contempt, passive aggressive notions.
Coming into this I recall being positive, so positive he remarked on it. He called me his light, his hope for a happy future. But slowly, I felt his negativity infiltrate my being. His pessimism replacing my light, his intolerance teaching me the new right from wrong.
I just want help. I want advice. I want to know how to get things back to how they were. He refuses to talk to someone, and similarly, refuses me talking to someone about how to support his PTSD. There are honestly moments when I question if he has PTSD or if he's just a narcissist.
I have never in my life met someone who can show me the utmost affection one moment, and treat me like absolute garbage the next.
His triggers are all over the place, so avoidance is near impossible. Diffusing fights seems just as impossible, if I were to agree with him, he gets mad at me conceding and claims he "doesn't want a spineless slave" but if I defend my opinion he escalates the situation to win my agreeance. He routinely tells me he's never been treated so badly as I treat him, for simple things like me being in an off mood and being anything less than nice to him. Even a simple joke, he takes as me "disparaging him" and it turns into a fight. However, if he makes jokes about my appearance or intelligence or the like, and I take issue with it, he calls me too sensitive and says I'm stifling his joking nature. That I'm changing who he is.
He is determined to keep some of his friendships hidden from me, something I've read is a trait of PTSD and that I've been told by our mutual friends he does regularly to protect some of his privacy. This leads to insecurities in me, which he tells me is unfair and controlling and something he shouldn't have to put up with.
On a number of occasions, a fun happy night will quickly turn into some of the worst fights I've ever been a part of because he "thought of something I did last week that he didn't like and shouldn't have to endure". Example, last weekend, after a great game night with friends (drinks included), he lashed out at me. A simple conversation where I told him he didn't have to feel bad about returning a gift he didn't like, turned into him telling me he can't be honest with anyone because sometimes feelings get hurt and he shouldn't have to bear anyone else's pain. Which then turned into him getting mad that a week prior, I had made an insecure comment (which we dealt with at the time). He yelled for, in no exaggeration, for 3 hours. Three. Yelling at the top of his lungs, throwing things, slamming things. Telling me he hates me, that I've made the last year of his life the worst he's ever had, that I'm a miserable b***h, that he wants me to leave. Yet, the next morning he wakes me with kisses and hugs. But never an apology. NEVER.
I don't know what to do anymore. I no longer know if it is indeed me. If I'm somehow making these "rude faces" and "condescending comments" that set him off. As he says he is a reflection of what he is given, he isn't mean unless someone is mean to him.
He tells me that now, my tears mean nothing. That he wants to be mean to me more often than not because I deserve it. I deserve to feel the pain I've caused him. That all the nice things I do for him and our house mean nothing because I'm a c**t far too often. He'll say things like, "Maybe if we were on better terms, you could be upset sometimes and be in a bad mood and not nice, but we aren't and so you have no right to be." He tells me that the fate of our relationship rests on my shoulders and he should not and will not change for anyone. That he wanted the best for us and our future and we could have had the best life but I've ruined it. And I don't know why I hold on so tight and keep trying. But when he does like me, he is so sweet and caring and affectionate. I know I sound crazy and pathetic.. I'm lost and confused and I need guidance.
Please.