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UPDATE: He responded later that evening saying that he really appreciated the apology and loved my voice. He didn't know I could sing. He said that what I said hurt him pretty badly because he cares about me "A LOT" but that we still need to talk about it when he comes back. We've been talking almost every day since then. He sent me pictures from his trip and videos. Being lovey dovey. So I would say it's mostly back to normal
However, he came back last week from his trip and he still hasn't made an effort to see me. He knows it's my birthday tomorrow but still no effort. On the weekend, he said he was gonna sit down with me to sort out some things I needed help from him with but I'm not holding my breath. What's weird is that if I say "I need help" or "I don't feel well", he'll answer or take action right away. Unless I'm a damsel-in-distress, I don't feel like a priority to him. A part of me deep down feels like he adores me but then he keeps me at arms length. I can't tell if it's because of his trauma or if he's just stringing me along. I can't make sense of anything and it's driving me crazy.
Btw, I also learned that 20 years ago, his older brother was shot and killed in his arms. He was almost killed that night too but something happened with the bullet and it didn't fire when the trigger was pulled on the gun held against his chest. I'm learning it's more than just combat PTSD. I don't know how to break through that wall and get him to feel like I'm a safe place.
However, he came back last week from his trip and he still hasn't made an effort to see me. He knows it's my birthday tomorrow but still no effort. On the weekend, he said he was gonna sit down with me to sort out some things I needed help from him with but I'm not holding my breath. What's weird is that if I say "I need help" or "I don't feel well", he'll answer or take action right away. Unless I'm a damsel-in-distress, I don't feel like a priority to him. A part of me deep down feels like he adores me but then he keeps me at arms length. I can't tell if it's because of his trauma or if he's just stringing me along. I can't make sense of anything and it's driving me crazy.
Btw, I also learned that 20 years ago, his older brother was shot and killed in his arms. He was almost killed that night too but something happened with the bullet and it didn't fire when the trigger was pulled on the gun held against his chest. I'm learning it's more than just combat PTSD. I don't know how to break through that wall and get him to feel like I'm a safe place.