I'm glad I found this thread! It helps to read that others are feeling the same way that I am... my boyfriend has combat PTSD, and has recently been going through a very rough time. When it first happened I found myself asking a lot of questions... why did this happen to him? Why did this happen to us? Why did I have to fall in love with someone like him? Why me/why him? I was angry at the whole situation. I was searching for answers, and coming up empty handed. I've always put a lot of trust in God, but this whole situation has really been very challenging to me. I've never had anything really terrible happen to me or a loved one before... so I'd never had reason to question or become resentful. This changed everything. I've had some time to reflect, and while I don't claim to really understand it all, I do think I've come to a few conclusions that have given me some sort of peace.
First of all, I've accepted the fact that God has a reason for everything and everyone in my life. I cannot expect to know that reason right away... but it is always revealed to me later. I do not know what God has in store for me, but I do know that he has never let me down. He has never given me more than I could handle. There is a reason that C is in my life right now, and there is a reason that I came into his life at his darkest moment. I'm not entirely sure of the reason; I have realized that I just need to have faith and let go of trying to understand everything. C has had many, many close calls... he's only 24, but he's come close to death many times over. I have to believe that there is a reason God has kept him on this earth. I have to believe that God has a plan for his life, just like he has a plan for mine. Maybe our plans in the future will include each other, and maybe they won't. But I believe that this whole experience has a real purpose for both of us... what that purpose is, I can only guess right now. Just like everything else that has happened in my life thus far, what's meant to be, will be.
I am a very type A person... I try to understand and plan and be in control of everything in my life. This is one thing I cannot control. I'm beginning to realize that I just have to let go... and have faith that God knows what He's doing. Sure, sometimes I still get angry. Everyone does. Those rare moments when I recognize the real C, the person he was before PTSD, I see as a blessing and a reminder from God. Those moments give me strength.