psychocandy
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Shut out. It sucks. The one who is loved, the one who knows about the PTSD suddenly becomes enemy number one and YOU ARE THE PROBLEM. It seems to be a very common thread here. After living with daily with bliss for a year and some (and then not living with) someone for the next year while being shut out, immediately turned on, lied about, vilified you name it because my only reaction ever is and ever will be with love she can't understand why I haven't left. She tests me time and again trying to push, but I don't push or pull, I just let her be and I walk away. I do not have anything but compassion for her. I can honestly say I have been at her rock bottom of unleashing on enemy number one and I still feel calm. Because I can see that it's the PTSD that read about and have taken the time to learn about - I don't have any negative reactions. I don't have any worry as there is not a dang thing I can do but stay in check with my emotions. It's her life.
But this is not a post about me. It's about her. What does she need from me in addition to space? She comes to me on occasion, knowing where I am like clockwork on a Friday night. She watches me... seemingly waiting for the "see I knew I can't trust you" moment. I have no reaction. I give no reason not to trust, I am me. I love her. She starts seeing someone else. I have no reaction. It's her life. I have love for her. I have my own life. She comes back out of the blue after a month, afraid to talk, but watches me. I leave after doing my own thing. She comes back again. Finally can look me in the eye, so I look back at her deeply. She goes away. Puts songs up on my online player- I can tell when she is in her own world of pain or not, she has a language with the music. It's her voice. I let her listen and use the music to cope. She comes back again, this time after 3 hours of sitting there, no words, just watching me, I have the bartender buy her a drink as I tab out and leave. It disrupts her world for me to acknowledge her, and not judge her when she is weak. I say nothing. I walk away. I have compassion. I send her cards on holidays. I have let go of all ego, I have no expectations. I just am a constant loveand it's easy for me, but it's nothing she has ever experienced. So she surrounds herself with the easy relationships, no one asks her to be herself, they just see the easygoing, party fun girl and all love her. I see the real complex, inner beauty, a child and yet a survivor. How can I really be there for her? To me, this is a lifetime, not a blip on the radar. Am I doing this all wrong?
But this is not a post about me. It's about her. What does she need from me in addition to space? She comes to me on occasion, knowing where I am like clockwork on a Friday night. She watches me... seemingly waiting for the "see I knew I can't trust you" moment. I have no reaction. I give no reason not to trust, I am me. I love her. She starts seeing someone else. I have no reaction. It's her life. I have love for her. I have my own life. She comes back out of the blue after a month, afraid to talk, but watches me. I leave after doing my own thing. She comes back again. Finally can look me in the eye, so I look back at her deeply. She goes away. Puts songs up on my online player- I can tell when she is in her own world of pain or not, she has a language with the music. It's her voice. I let her listen and use the music to cope. She comes back again, this time after 3 hours of sitting there, no words, just watching me, I have the bartender buy her a drink as I tab out and leave. It disrupts her world for me to acknowledge her, and not judge her when she is weak. I say nothing. I walk away. I have compassion. I send her cards on holidays. I have let go of all ego, I have no expectations. I just am a constant loveand it's easy for me, but it's nothing she has ever experienced. So she surrounds herself with the easy relationships, no one asks her to be herself, they just see the easygoing, party fun girl and all love her. I see the real complex, inner beauty, a child and yet a survivor. How can I really be there for her? To me, this is a lifetime, not a blip on the radar. Am I doing this all wrong?