Rebuilding a marriage is not for the faint of heart. Angry words have been said, loyalties betrayed, trust shattered, and on the brink of divorce once officially, and few more times since then. My husband suffers from PTSD, and it has taken its toll on our marriage. And I know it’s not done with us yet. Right now I find that balance seems to be the order of the day. Balance between being supportive, and making him do things on his own. Balance between living in a filthy house, and getting enough sleep. It usually goes messy until I clean it, I’ve tried leaving it for him to help, but usually he’s too depressed and unmotivated to do a lot. And that is the usual pattern. I try to encourage him, and he helps a little, but usually the tasks of a household just pile up until I don’t have a choice anymore and do it myself. Filth makes me depressed. And he hates himself for it, he hates the way he’s dependent on me. I don’t know what to say or do, what kind of line to draw to force him into action, but I know he needs to help me. I told him the other day, I can’t keep going at this pace; it’s going to kill me. Are you going to help me before it does? I pretty much do almost all the housework, manage the finances, and work 48 hours a week at a stressful hospital ICU, I’m taking a college class, and I volunteer once a week to provide pet therapy to other people with PTSD. Oh, I also manage 50 or so honeybee hives, so we can keep our side business alive. What do I do for me…I get a massage once a month or so, and I have a therapist. Yesterday, I took the day “off”, after I got my college homework done of course. I visited a few friends for a trivia night at a pub. It was nice to take a little break. My husband finished a load of laundry and unloaded the dishwasher. I feel we really need to get back to the basics, before we can work on us. How can I expect him to put energy into our marriage when he can barely get out of bed in the morning? I don’t have the energy either, I have too much else to do. So my best plan of action is to continue this holding pattern, and focus on the basics. One foot in front of the other, breath, step again…repeat. We’re battle buddies now, and I’m carrying him out because he’s wounded. But this should only be in a crisis situation, not for years. So the question is, if you pardon the metaphor, is he going to be able to stand on his own before I can’t carry him anymore?