Haven't been back here in awhile! My significant other and I have a pretty darn good relationship. That's not to say life is all sunshine and roses as he definitely does lose his temper over trivial things at times; but I think I've got a good enough handle on him to know when to walk away.
I'm at work so I don't have the time to go into a significant background detail. I really need to touch on an event we just went through and I feel that I have nobody to talk to about it.... except the community here. Maybe you guys will understand more than someone that doesn't deal with PTSD in their everyday life.
We had an absolutely fantastic weekend away, up until we got home Sunday. He went to his friends house a little later than usual as we got home around noon. His friend and him do a 8am to 5 or 6pm all day gaming nerdfest. Every. Sunday. Minus the fact that deep down I hate it and feel like it limits our ability to make weekend plans because he completely refuses to move the day, or miss them... I've just learned to deal with it. Not worth fighting over anymore. When he got home from this after 6, I did the typical ask him about his day. His answers were short. I noted it but didn't pick up on anything else out of the ordinary.
Then I asked him "So did you get our press passes to the con yet?" He gave me the nasty toned curt "No stop f*cking asking." The kicker is I asked him once about it a month or so ago. I still see no harm or reason why I can't check in on the status of something we're supposed to be doing. We bickered about this for a few minutes because I didn't understand why he was being such a... well an arrogant dick about it.
His dog bursts into the room at some point (we have a baby gate up to keep our puppy in the room with us) and is charging me and barking while we're bickering. This dog is a huge asshole, has bitten us both multiple times and is just being a massive problem child. I'm scared of him. We both stood up at some point and we are now talking louder at each other to talk over the dog. Dogs had enough and decides to lunge at me. I was keeping a weary eye on him and immediately shove him away with my leg. Then I went to grab him so he could be removed from the situation. (It's very stressful being yelled at by a guy and a growly evil dog at the same time!).
When I did this he immediately grabbed me in a headlock, the kind where you can't breathe at all. His dog is going nuts, I'm crying, and he's not relaxing his grip. I frantically start trying to get out (which I realize only is hurting me more and making me panic more). I catch his lip with a nail at some point and he twists me around and throws me into the closet door. The knob catches me right in the back and he wrestles with me. Honestly at this point I'm shut down and am aimlessly swatting at both him and the dog. Tons of that need to fight to defend myself but 0 energy or breath to do so.
It calms down enough for us both back off. He's super pissy/worked up and I'm angry at him. I don't recall what he was angrily saying for the moment - I didn't care. There were more pressing things in my head and I say You are such an asshole what were you thinking as I whacked him on the shoulder then back of the head.
So there's that.
My boss asked about the bruises on my arm and told me not to lie to her because she's had many of those marks before. It hit me funny - I was embarrassed, I didn't know what to say and ended up just leaving work early. I didn't mention the "damage" - very light bruising on my neck, i have fingerprint bruises on my left arm that look pretty gnarly, and an inch wide scrape on my back that is probably 5 or 6 inches long and heavily discoloured not to mention sore as heck. Not to downplay his side - but he has a small scratch on the corner of his mouth that literally looks like a small zit that he maybe popped. But he acts like it's the end of the world. Not one person has looked at him and said hey whats wrong with your face, but I've been questioned multiple times about my bruises.
We did talk about this more in depth last night with a few days to stew on it. I've been slightly distant and he doesn't seem to get why. He doesn't think he did anything wrong. He told me he thought I was lunging at his baby boy and I was going to hurt him landing him with vet bills he can't afford. Mind you I've never hurt this animal minus a swift swat on the bottom when he gets too out of line with time in his time out. So I'm not really sure why that thought crossed his mind. I can definitely see how he didn't realize the dog was trying to get at me since it was behind his back.
But the fact that he identified me as some terrible threat is ridiculous to me. Not to mention that out of everything he chose to go after me instead of just removing the dog from the situation like I was trying to do. And he's constantly whining about his lip - he even asked me to cover it up with makeup before we went to volleyball. While he did apologize for overreacting, and for hurting me - he doesn't see anything wrong with the way he reacted to the situation at the time. Why can't he just admit he was wrong. Or am I really wrong :/
I'm at work so I don't have the time to go into a significant background detail. I really need to touch on an event we just went through and I feel that I have nobody to talk to about it.... except the community here. Maybe you guys will understand more than someone that doesn't deal with PTSD in their everyday life.
We had an absolutely fantastic weekend away, up until we got home Sunday. He went to his friends house a little later than usual as we got home around noon. His friend and him do a 8am to 5 or 6pm all day gaming nerdfest. Every. Sunday. Minus the fact that deep down I hate it and feel like it limits our ability to make weekend plans because he completely refuses to move the day, or miss them... I've just learned to deal with it. Not worth fighting over anymore. When he got home from this after 6, I did the typical ask him about his day. His answers were short. I noted it but didn't pick up on anything else out of the ordinary.
Then I asked him "So did you get our press passes to the con yet?" He gave me the nasty toned curt "No stop f*cking asking." The kicker is I asked him once about it a month or so ago. I still see no harm or reason why I can't check in on the status of something we're supposed to be doing. We bickered about this for a few minutes because I didn't understand why he was being such a... well an arrogant dick about it.
His dog bursts into the room at some point (we have a baby gate up to keep our puppy in the room with us) and is charging me and barking while we're bickering. This dog is a huge asshole, has bitten us both multiple times and is just being a massive problem child. I'm scared of him. We both stood up at some point and we are now talking louder at each other to talk over the dog. Dogs had enough and decides to lunge at me. I was keeping a weary eye on him and immediately shove him away with my leg. Then I went to grab him so he could be removed from the situation. (It's very stressful being yelled at by a guy and a growly evil dog at the same time!).
When I did this he immediately grabbed me in a headlock, the kind where you can't breathe at all. His dog is going nuts, I'm crying, and he's not relaxing his grip. I frantically start trying to get out (which I realize only is hurting me more and making me panic more). I catch his lip with a nail at some point and he twists me around and throws me into the closet door. The knob catches me right in the back and he wrestles with me. Honestly at this point I'm shut down and am aimlessly swatting at both him and the dog. Tons of that need to fight to defend myself but 0 energy or breath to do so.
It calms down enough for us both back off. He's super pissy/worked up and I'm angry at him. I don't recall what he was angrily saying for the moment - I didn't care. There were more pressing things in my head and I say You are such an asshole what were you thinking as I whacked him on the shoulder then back of the head.
So there's that.
My boss asked about the bruises on my arm and told me not to lie to her because she's had many of those marks before. It hit me funny - I was embarrassed, I didn't know what to say and ended up just leaving work early. I didn't mention the "damage" - very light bruising on my neck, i have fingerprint bruises on my left arm that look pretty gnarly, and an inch wide scrape on my back that is probably 5 or 6 inches long and heavily discoloured not to mention sore as heck. Not to downplay his side - but he has a small scratch on the corner of his mouth that literally looks like a small zit that he maybe popped. But he acts like it's the end of the world. Not one person has looked at him and said hey whats wrong with your face, but I've been questioned multiple times about my bruises.
We did talk about this more in depth last night with a few days to stew on it. I've been slightly distant and he doesn't seem to get why. He doesn't think he did anything wrong. He told me he thought I was lunging at his baby boy and I was going to hurt him landing him with vet bills he can't afford. Mind you I've never hurt this animal minus a swift swat on the bottom when he gets too out of line with time in his time out. So I'm not really sure why that thought crossed his mind. I can definitely see how he didn't realize the dog was trying to get at me since it was behind his back.
But the fact that he identified me as some terrible threat is ridiculous to me. Not to mention that out of everything he chose to go after me instead of just removing the dog from the situation like I was trying to do. And he's constantly whining about his lip - he even asked me to cover it up with makeup before we went to volleyball. While he did apologize for overreacting, and for hurting me - he doesn't see anything wrong with the way he reacted to the situation at the time. Why can't he just admit he was wrong. Or am I really wrong :/