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After 26 days, I finally got to talk with her.... Awwwww was so bittersweet, only 5 minutes but nevertheless, still got to talk with her. I wished to have been able to talk longer, but was being rushed and bombarded by the local newspaper, camera crew and panel board for a much anticipated position.
The evening before, my mother had called and left a message on my voice mail expressing concern for my wife, how she could use a break from the baby, how the baby can use a break from her too and our children in regards to child daycare concerns and costs and other associated stresses that go along with finding a child care facility. Oh, and of course how much my little guy is so "hyper-diaper" and my stepdaughter is into her SPARKS (girl guides) again.
I am diagnosed with PTSD and up until recently, (26days ago) caused me my family, my wife, my best friend, my stepdaughter my son and now a costly legal battle too. However, being diagnosed with PTSD and having associated symptoms, DOES NOT mean that you have no heart or no feelings or will not try and be there for your family unconditionally... maybe temporarily during a "PTSD outbreak" may seem like I don't, but for the most part I always am, even if it puts me at risk. My wife and family know this about me.
So I called back and left a message with my mom reassuring her that I would legally work something out mutually beneficial for everyone and that I will call my partner and run it by her first before we sign into everything.
I spent all the next day working on this in court and with my lawyer and child protection services and my psychologist too, even the religious figure of our life together. We were all synched together and a few proposed stipulations later, including me to do some jail time on weekends, we would finally be seemingly stress free. She would have a break and get to take up more hobbies and/or work, I get to hang out with the kids and be part of their life again, but the most important part of it all, is that I can start attempting spending the rest of my life making up for all the remorseful things I have said and done in the past during these "PTSD outbreaks"
I haven't eaten all day and was already running late for the dinner part of my event, but I DIDNT care. My priority was my wife and family. For the first time in a long long time I felt useful, I felt like a provider, it made me feel so good to be able to do something for them, as opposed to them always doing something for me.
I must have tried calling about 10 times, but chickened out because I was so nervous to hear her voice and teared up just thinking of how I would say "hi" "hello" "hey" "what's up"? That last one was stupid, I know.
Thinking back now, I don't even know what I said, we so nervous, even more nervous when she didn't hang up! As soon as I heard her voice, was like music, was so bittersweet. I had goosebumps all over yet my shirt was almost soaked of sweat from being so nervous.
I was so taken back and memorized to hear my best friend on the other line that I got carried away and started trying to soothe her mind and any fear that she has of me taking our fight lightly and updated her of all these programs and support groups I started taking to get better and prevent this of happening again.
I can hear my little guy in the background jabbering away, so I was trying to listen to him and changed the subject to how is SHE doing and that it must be really hard for her.
She started arguing with me and I told her I promised not to argue or fight with her but at the same time, I was being cued to go on stage and in front the panel for this speech, which incidentally, I was nowhere near prepared for because I wanted to take care of us first. I told her that I'm up, but will call her right after? She said OK and good luck!
Just hearing her voice and talking with her momentarily and having a sense of peace of mind, really made my day. I felt so good about doing the right thing.
I proceeded to the panel of judges and the local news and camera crew, all of a sudden, I was ready! It was like she was right there with me supporting me through this. I didn't even need to prepare anymore. Instead of talking about credentials and qualifications..... I started talking about how I feel, how I felt, what I felt about my wife and best friend and what PTSD has done to our relationship.
As I started talking and thinking about what PTSD has done to our life, our relationship, our family, my wife and how it has affected her and her social life and family too.... I couldn't help myself to prevent the choking up and the "allergies" that came down my face thunderously. As I'm writing this, the exact same emotions are being relived. I hate to say this, but last was like a buffet of emotions for me. It wasn't until last night that I realized what I had put her through.
How is anyone or anybody capable of inflicting this kind of hurt?
By the end of our presentation, I say our because everyone got emotionally involved too, it felt like one big trauma support group. I really really needed that not just for me, but to understand and realize what she was and is going through too :(
I immediately tried calling her, with 2 of the bunch of quarters collected through the audience, which incidentally was really nice of them. At this point, they probably already sleeping, so the next morning I will try again.
This morning now, I was going to call, but then reminiscing on how my little guy was jabbering away and thought it would be really nice to surprise him and see his expressions in person :)
Also, I wanted to give my wife something to say sorry, yet thank you as a token of my appreciation for continuously being there for me...... now it's my turn to be there for her.
I found the perfect CD with the perfect song that describes exactly how she makes me feel and what she is to me.
Without hesitation or thinking for that matter, I headed straight over to her place, knocked on the door, waited, rang doorbell.... then dawned on me... Maybe she's nervous that I'm here? We haven't seen or talked to each other for 26days! I left the CD with a note to listen to track number 28 and immediately left and decided to just take baby steps and cal her from a pay phone
I called and the phone answered but disconnected. So I tried to call again, at which point she says to stop calling or she will call the police?
I called my mom and asked her that if she talks to my wife if she can tell her that there is some information that I would like her to go over and if she's OK with the proposed stipulations, we could be like family again :)
Moms called me back really upset and hurt and disappointed too. My wife was upset with her and yelling at her and condescending me to her about tell your son this and tell your son that and I don't want to be friends or communicate with him .... this is yelling at someone who has never judged my wife or yelled at her, always very supportive and there for her.
The was so uncalled for. Clearly she was upset, upset with me, but mom's was just trying to help everyone together in the situation with all our best interest in mind. :(
I do accept that I created all that heat. I just wished it was my dad that my wife yelled at, not my mom as she just got out the hospital :(
That being said: as a PTSD sufferer, I now realize the ramifications, the consequences, the hurt, the pain, the hatred and animosity that is all entangled.... all negative....
However: why is it that nobody remembers the positive? Nobody remembers or acknowledges that we have hearts and feelings too? We have to live with our actions and consequences too...
Please, please, please DONT get me wrong and think that I am justifying a supporter or anyone else for that matter to be victimized or abused, that's not what I'm saying at all.
But there are some sufferers like me, that I believe, really are good good guys that the PTSD just gets the worst of them. But we try and get help, join groups, sessions, courses, all to better ourselves proactively.
However: I can't say that I support any PTSD suffer that inflicts that kind of hurt and still doesn't seek help to get better or contain it.
I'm sorry, but it's ones like you that give ones like us that are trying.... no chance at all!
Would an I'll minded or intentionally abusive partner have spinal surgery, barely able to lift more than 10 pounds focus on his stepdaughter and a tradition they started together to get a Christmas tree, just to see her smile?
Would an intentional abusive person make a big spectacle at a theatre, block all entrances and exits restricting anyone in or out until they found that little 5year old?
Would an intentionally abusive person have it in them to create a fun step daddy and step daughter cooking show?
Would an intentionally abusive person rub the tummy of that of a sick child until they were all better?
Would an intentionally abusive person take care of his sick partner when she sick or take care of her personal hygiene when needed while she pregnant?
Would an intentionally abusive person make sure his partner is calm and relaxed during the ride to hospital giving birth... making sure anything but SOCA music was playing?
Would an intentionally abusive person clear the way of stand buyers cover his partner and deliver their baby?
Why is it that nobody remembers the person underneath the PTSD?
The evening before, my mother had called and left a message on my voice mail expressing concern for my wife, how she could use a break from the baby, how the baby can use a break from her too and our children in regards to child daycare concerns and costs and other associated stresses that go along with finding a child care facility. Oh, and of course how much my little guy is so "hyper-diaper" and my stepdaughter is into her SPARKS (girl guides) again.
I am diagnosed with PTSD and up until recently, (26days ago) caused me my family, my wife, my best friend, my stepdaughter my son and now a costly legal battle too. However, being diagnosed with PTSD and having associated symptoms, DOES NOT mean that you have no heart or no feelings or will not try and be there for your family unconditionally... maybe temporarily during a "PTSD outbreak" may seem like I don't, but for the most part I always am, even if it puts me at risk. My wife and family know this about me.
So I called back and left a message with my mom reassuring her that I would legally work something out mutually beneficial for everyone and that I will call my partner and run it by her first before we sign into everything.
I spent all the next day working on this in court and with my lawyer and child protection services and my psychologist too, even the religious figure of our life together. We were all synched together and a few proposed stipulations later, including me to do some jail time on weekends, we would finally be seemingly stress free. She would have a break and get to take up more hobbies and/or work, I get to hang out with the kids and be part of their life again, but the most important part of it all, is that I can start attempting spending the rest of my life making up for all the remorseful things I have said and done in the past during these "PTSD outbreaks"
I haven't eaten all day and was already running late for the dinner part of my event, but I DIDNT care. My priority was my wife and family. For the first time in a long long time I felt useful, I felt like a provider, it made me feel so good to be able to do something for them, as opposed to them always doing something for me.
I must have tried calling about 10 times, but chickened out because I was so nervous to hear her voice and teared up just thinking of how I would say "hi" "hello" "hey" "what's up"? That last one was stupid, I know.
Thinking back now, I don't even know what I said, we so nervous, even more nervous when she didn't hang up! As soon as I heard her voice, was like music, was so bittersweet. I had goosebumps all over yet my shirt was almost soaked of sweat from being so nervous.
I was so taken back and memorized to hear my best friend on the other line that I got carried away and started trying to soothe her mind and any fear that she has of me taking our fight lightly and updated her of all these programs and support groups I started taking to get better and prevent this of happening again.
I can hear my little guy in the background jabbering away, so I was trying to listen to him and changed the subject to how is SHE doing and that it must be really hard for her.
She started arguing with me and I told her I promised not to argue or fight with her but at the same time, I was being cued to go on stage and in front the panel for this speech, which incidentally, I was nowhere near prepared for because I wanted to take care of us first. I told her that I'm up, but will call her right after? She said OK and good luck!
Just hearing her voice and talking with her momentarily and having a sense of peace of mind, really made my day. I felt so good about doing the right thing.
I proceeded to the panel of judges and the local news and camera crew, all of a sudden, I was ready! It was like she was right there with me supporting me through this. I didn't even need to prepare anymore. Instead of talking about credentials and qualifications..... I started talking about how I feel, how I felt, what I felt about my wife and best friend and what PTSD has done to our relationship.
As I started talking and thinking about what PTSD has done to our life, our relationship, our family, my wife and how it has affected her and her social life and family too.... I couldn't help myself to prevent the choking up and the "allergies" that came down my face thunderously. As I'm writing this, the exact same emotions are being relived. I hate to say this, but last was like a buffet of emotions for me. It wasn't until last night that I realized what I had put her through.
How is anyone or anybody capable of inflicting this kind of hurt?
By the end of our presentation, I say our because everyone got emotionally involved too, it felt like one big trauma support group. I really really needed that not just for me, but to understand and realize what she was and is going through too :(
I immediately tried calling her, with 2 of the bunch of quarters collected through the audience, which incidentally was really nice of them. At this point, they probably already sleeping, so the next morning I will try again.
This morning now, I was going to call, but then reminiscing on how my little guy was jabbering away and thought it would be really nice to surprise him and see his expressions in person :)
Also, I wanted to give my wife something to say sorry, yet thank you as a token of my appreciation for continuously being there for me...... now it's my turn to be there for her.
I found the perfect CD with the perfect song that describes exactly how she makes me feel and what she is to me.
Without hesitation or thinking for that matter, I headed straight over to her place, knocked on the door, waited, rang doorbell.... then dawned on me... Maybe she's nervous that I'm here? We haven't seen or talked to each other for 26days! I left the CD with a note to listen to track number 28 and immediately left and decided to just take baby steps and cal her from a pay phone
I called and the phone answered but disconnected. So I tried to call again, at which point she says to stop calling or she will call the police?
I called my mom and asked her that if she talks to my wife if she can tell her that there is some information that I would like her to go over and if she's OK with the proposed stipulations, we could be like family again :)
Moms called me back really upset and hurt and disappointed too. My wife was upset with her and yelling at her and condescending me to her about tell your son this and tell your son that and I don't want to be friends or communicate with him .... this is yelling at someone who has never judged my wife or yelled at her, always very supportive and there for her.
The was so uncalled for. Clearly she was upset, upset with me, but mom's was just trying to help everyone together in the situation with all our best interest in mind. :(
I do accept that I created all that heat. I just wished it was my dad that my wife yelled at, not my mom as she just got out the hospital :(
That being said: as a PTSD sufferer, I now realize the ramifications, the consequences, the hurt, the pain, the hatred and animosity that is all entangled.... all negative....
However: why is it that nobody remembers the positive? Nobody remembers or acknowledges that we have hearts and feelings too? We have to live with our actions and consequences too...
Please, please, please DONT get me wrong and think that I am justifying a supporter or anyone else for that matter to be victimized or abused, that's not what I'm saying at all.
But there are some sufferers like me, that I believe, really are good good guys that the PTSD just gets the worst of them. But we try and get help, join groups, sessions, courses, all to better ourselves proactively.
However: I can't say that I support any PTSD suffer that inflicts that kind of hurt and still doesn't seek help to get better or contain it.
I'm sorry, but it's ones like you that give ones like us that are trying.... no chance at all!
Would an I'll minded or intentionally abusive partner have spinal surgery, barely able to lift more than 10 pounds focus on his stepdaughter and a tradition they started together to get a Christmas tree, just to see her smile?
Would an intentional abusive person make a big spectacle at a theatre, block all entrances and exits restricting anyone in or out until they found that little 5year old?
Would an intentionally abusive person have it in them to create a fun step daddy and step daughter cooking show?
Would an intentionally abusive person rub the tummy of that of a sick child until they were all better?
Would an intentionally abusive person take care of his sick partner when she sick or take care of her personal hygiene when needed while she pregnant?
Would an intentionally abusive person make sure his partner is calm and relaxed during the ride to hospital giving birth... making sure anything but SOCA music was playing?
Would an intentionally abusive person clear the way of stand buyers cover his partner and deliver their baby?
Why is it that nobody remembers the person underneath the PTSD?