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Ambed
So like alot of our stories,The beginning was perfect, we felt so in love, his charm was striking, he'd of bowled me over with affection, he argued with me to take me places and show me off to the world. I fell for him hook, line and sinker, "I found my soul mate" i remember telling myself.
Fast forward.... I can't get him out of bed, he has lost any desire for me or spending time with me, intimacy is virtually non existent, affection, what affection!! His PlayStation and our sofa sees more of him than I ever will. I feel as though my every action irritates him beyond measure.
Up until very recently, any knock back.. Isolation, being yelled at, being treated like sh*t or ignored.. There I was, his #1 right by his side.. Reassuring both him and myself... Telling us look we made it through another stint.
There he would be. My perfect, handsome man.. There for an hour, laughing, carrying on, kissing and cuddling them BOOM.. Ptsd crept in and snapped him out of it again. And it's that hour or day, or if I'm really damn lucky two days of bliss that remind me why I was doing all of this!!
This time I don't know what's died inside me. I am just like here we go again.. I may sound selfish here.. What about me???
What about every time I look in the mirror I dislike what I see because he makes me feel as tho this is me.
I know he loves me, bit I don't remember the last time he wanted to take me to bed, or told me "you look nice"
Or I appreciate you!!
I do everything!!! I'm a young woman, working alot, keeping everything
Aspect of our home running.. Reassuring him and encouraging him every day.. And i just feel as though I have nothing left to give!!!
I dont know where my chirpy little personality has gone??
I've lost me!!!
And I know it's not his fault, but all I want to do is cry, how have I let things get to here?? My eyes are full of tears typing this post!!
Do I tell him, or does that set him off??
I feel him pushing me away and usually I didn't let myself be pushed.. And slowly but surely I'm letting him push me Each day. I feel myself not wanting to fight ptsd any more..
I feel like letting it win!!!
Have I had enough?
Am I just not strong enough to carry both of us any more??
What do I do, if I talk to him he gets mad, if I take to my friends or family they don't understand and tell me the usual.. He's being a brat, don't u put up with that etc.. But they don't understand its not actually him!!!! I know its not. I know he doesn't choose this!!!!!
He's currently at weekly counselling.. But I guess my question is how do I find me again?
Which little part of me has died.. What do I do?
Fast forward.... I can't get him out of bed, he has lost any desire for me or spending time with me, intimacy is virtually non existent, affection, what affection!! His PlayStation and our sofa sees more of him than I ever will. I feel as though my every action irritates him beyond measure.
Up until very recently, any knock back.. Isolation, being yelled at, being treated like sh*t or ignored.. There I was, his #1 right by his side.. Reassuring both him and myself... Telling us look we made it through another stint.
There he would be. My perfect, handsome man.. There for an hour, laughing, carrying on, kissing and cuddling them BOOM.. Ptsd crept in and snapped him out of it again. And it's that hour or day, or if I'm really damn lucky two days of bliss that remind me why I was doing all of this!!
This time I don't know what's died inside me. I am just like here we go again.. I may sound selfish here.. What about me???
What about every time I look in the mirror I dislike what I see because he makes me feel as tho this is me.
I know he loves me, bit I don't remember the last time he wanted to take me to bed, or told me "you look nice"
Or I appreciate you!!
I do everything!!! I'm a young woman, working alot, keeping everything
Aspect of our home running.. Reassuring him and encouraging him every day.. And i just feel as though I have nothing left to give!!!
I dont know where my chirpy little personality has gone??
I've lost me!!!
And I know it's not his fault, but all I want to do is cry, how have I let things get to here?? My eyes are full of tears typing this post!!
Do I tell him, or does that set him off??
I feel him pushing me away and usually I didn't let myself be pushed.. And slowly but surely I'm letting him push me Each day. I feel myself not wanting to fight ptsd any more..
I feel like letting it win!!!
Have I had enough?
Am I just not strong enough to carry both of us any more??
What do I do, if I talk to him he gets mad, if I take to my friends or family they don't understand and tell me the usual.. He's being a brat, don't u put up with that etc.. But they don't understand its not actually him!!!! I know its not. I know he doesn't choose this!!!!!
He's currently at weekly counselling.. But I guess my question is how do I find me again?
Which little part of me has died.. What do I do?