Hello, I recently found these forums which have been greatly helpful over the past couple months....
It's been about a year since I've posted or even been on the site, but something told me to log-in tonight; I'm assuming it was for you. I have been with my boyfriend on and off for almost 4 years. We've been through hell and back, emotionally. During the darker periods, he blamed our relationship as the root of our problems and would say things I knew he didn't mean, like "our relationship is tainted, and we're not meant to be". Our relationship is pure and fun; we have the normal relationship hiccups but nothing as dramatic as he would mention. Our issues were mostly trying to understand and manage PTSD symptoms.The first year he was undiagnosed, we broke up for 3 weeks during that time. After his diagnosis, a lot of past issues made sense- his sleeping patterns, his need for space, anger, isolation, distrust, ect. In the following years, we broke up twice: one time for 6 months, but saw each other weekly for a semester (we took a class together and continued to be lab partners) and the most recently for 9 months. Anyone would probably think we haven't had much of a relationship, but the time spent together during the "non-isolation" times were fulfilling, meaningful and fun. We have a close group of friends and are an active bunch, we vacation, camp, shoot, BBQs, motorcycles, holidays, birthdays, so we saw each other even when we were separated. At one point, we even spent our anniversary together, not realizing it until after we had left the movie theater with our friends. Anyways, our last and hopefully final breakup, I was fed up, hurt, and just tired of him running away. I questioned whether I wanted to be on this constant roller coaster and wondered if things would ever be "normal" with us. My decision to focus and love myself, and travel was the best decision I ever made. It was a long 9 months, but I did a lot of praying and self-healing. I am a strong person, but I am stronger because of what we went through, because I had no choice but to be strong. I knew it wasn't over, and I knew I had to be patient, so I prayed, nightly, on my porch under the stars. Asking God to give me patience and comfort, and to give me signs. I found feathers everywhere, apparently it's a sign that your guardian angels are with you. I saw the numbers 1111, 222, 444, 555 (and still do). I looked into numerology, and began to be open to the fact that the universe was connected with me. I think the fact I didn't move on into other relationships during our breakup was huge too. It showed him that my love was real and he wasn't just easily replaced. Even though he's done a lot to hurt me unintentionally, I couldn't bring myself to be hateful, and spiteful. I did a lot of research, I saw a therapist for a bit, I vented a lot on here. Finally, we went on a camping trip in May this year to see Metallica with our friends and have been back together since. He told me that during both of the extensive periods apart, I've never left his mind. That we have something special and he needs to stop looking for something to blame and pointing fingers and running away. He's done a complete 360, and I am so proud of him. The first few months back together he gave me a key to his house, but I didn't make it a big deal. I knew deep down it was HUGE for him to do that, even on his own. But I know he feels less pressured when it was his idea first. We're planning to move in together in the Spring. I wanted to plan ahead and let the thought sink in for a half a year before we make the move, so that he doesn't get overwhelmed. I'm sure there will come a point where he will isolate himself, but at least I know how to handle it, not to take it personally and to let him work it out and manage it himself. A lot of times in the past, the more he isolated, the more I would smother him because I was worried. He has been AMAZING at communicating, and I'm honestly, so happy I stuck by his side through his darkest moments. Trust me, there were so many times I wanted to give up, but I knew he needed me and he needed my support, even if it was from afar at times. I know not all stories are the same but I wanted to share mine, because there is hope. I'm hoping the best for you!