I don't know about other partners but I am always being asked "why do you stay?" I sat down and really thought about it one night, and I wrote a poem to explain it. I hope it helps other partners faced with the same question...
A runaway train without a working track
A cup that fills and over flows
An iceberg, only so much to be seen
An inner turmoil no one else knows.
The anger, the hurt
the rage and the lies
Then there’s the faraway
look in their eyes.
Every day is a battle
But one things for sure
Nothing can change it
He’ll never be like before.
Where once was a person so loving and sweet
Now stands a stranger with demons to beat.
Demons that no one else understands
Demons that fight with words and not hands.
Sometimes the physical pain would be better to cop
You get over that; but not emotional rot.
Harsh words spoken can never be taken away
It doesn’t seem to matter what else they say.
The one who used to laugh and joke
And always wore a smile
Now hides within himself
Cos that’s the demons style.
It’s hard to express the way they make us feel
And yet we stay and pray that this isn’t real.
It’s hard to believe that it’ll be there for life
And I’ll fight to stay beside him; his faithful wife.
Yet I know the fate that will be mine if I stay
Nothing in the world would make me walk away.
I know about the mood swings and the uphill fight
And I know something in his head just isn’t right.
I know at times he’ll hurt me and yell and scream
And yet beside him is where I am in my dreams.
My partner has a problem, with only one name
PTSD; and that’s what’s to blame.
I don’t hate my man for the person he is now
I just sit and dream that some day, somehow…
It is hard to imagine what goes on in their heads
When they won’t socialise and just stay in their beds.
Sometimes I want to pull my hair out
I’m not going to lie
And the reason I stay is because
Without me, his spirit would die.
He needs me beside him, when the days are rough
And we’ll fight it together when the going gets tough.
I know I could just up and walk away
But my place is here and here I’ll stay.
Please don’t look at us and blame my poor hubby
Or look at the defence force and blame the army.
The problem here is the one thing to blame
PTSD, that one dreaded name.
I’m lucky; I knew before the start
And still I gave this man my heart.
Yes sometimes he is a real pain
And sometimes he can be a real jerk
But I love him today as I did from the start
It’s only the PTSD that hurts.
But I can’t blame my hubby for this nightmare
I just have to love him, and be here and care
we fight it each day, hand in hand
Cos I am his lady and he is my man…
A runaway train without a working track
A cup that fills and over flows
An iceberg, only so much to be seen
An inner turmoil no one else knows.
The anger, the hurt
the rage and the lies
Then there’s the faraway
look in their eyes.
Every day is a battle
But one things for sure
Nothing can change it
He’ll never be like before.
Where once was a person so loving and sweet
Now stands a stranger with demons to beat.
Demons that no one else understands
Demons that fight with words and not hands.
Sometimes the physical pain would be better to cop
You get over that; but not emotional rot.
Harsh words spoken can never be taken away
It doesn’t seem to matter what else they say.
The one who used to laugh and joke
And always wore a smile
Now hides within himself
Cos that’s the demons style.
It’s hard to express the way they make us feel
And yet we stay and pray that this isn’t real.
It’s hard to believe that it’ll be there for life
And I’ll fight to stay beside him; his faithful wife.
Yet I know the fate that will be mine if I stay
Nothing in the world would make me walk away.
I know about the mood swings and the uphill fight
And I know something in his head just isn’t right.
I know at times he’ll hurt me and yell and scream
And yet beside him is where I am in my dreams.
My partner has a problem, with only one name
PTSD; and that’s what’s to blame.
I don’t hate my man for the person he is now
I just sit and dream that some day, somehow…
It is hard to imagine what goes on in their heads
When they won’t socialise and just stay in their beds.
Sometimes I want to pull my hair out
I’m not going to lie
And the reason I stay is because
Without me, his spirit would die.
He needs me beside him, when the days are rough
And we’ll fight it together when the going gets tough.
I know I could just up and walk away
But my place is here and here I’ll stay.
Please don’t look at us and blame my poor hubby
Or look at the defence force and blame the army.
The problem here is the one thing to blame
PTSD, that one dreaded name.
I’m lucky; I knew before the start
And still I gave this man my heart.
Yes sometimes he is a real pain
And sometimes he can be a real jerk
But I love him today as I did from the start
It’s only the PTSD that hurts.
But I can’t blame my hubby for this nightmare
I just have to love him, and be here and care
we fight it each day, hand in hand
Cos I am his lady and he is my man…