I just can't live like this anymore. He is two distinct people, and it's getting worse. His mate who has PTSD can't get him to return calls. He is having hallucinations whilst driving. Playing the "I'm okay" game with some friends who don't know what's going on, and avoiding those who do. Treating me like he adores me one day, sees me as the enemy the next.
I'm over the lack of respect, I'm over being blamed for his problems, I'm over crying, I'm over being a doormat waiting for him to tell me when he feels like seeing me, I'm over the DISRESPECT and i'm over his vehement denial that he has a problem he is not dealing with. I'm over his psychologist who obviously knows nothing about PTSD, I'm over the doctor whose only answer is for me to pop some serepax,I'm over his aggression, I'm over trying to convince friends that there is more to this than just a relationship issue, I'm over PRETENDING I'M OK, I'm just OVER it all.
I miss having someone sleeping next to me. I miss consistency. I miss fun planning for tomorrow. I miss being able to deal with problems at a rational level. I miss having someone be honest with me. I miss sex. I miss intelligent conversations and philosophical discussions about saving the world. I miss being relaxed. I miss the feeling of safety. I miss the control I had over our business. I miss our business, which is all but gone. I miss believing in love.
I miss him. The man he was 12 months ago. Before all those incidents that twisted him up. I miss the man that would have had the strength to face up to the truth of the effects of his PTSD.
I did not cause him to hurt. I did not choose for him to deny his issues. I was his unwavering safety net. I can't be that net anymore.Not with denial continuously falling in the middle. The net is frayed, worn out.
I'm starting to pack his things tonight.
I'm over the lack of respect, I'm over being blamed for his problems, I'm over crying, I'm over being a doormat waiting for him to tell me when he feels like seeing me, I'm over the DISRESPECT and i'm over his vehement denial that he has a problem he is not dealing with. I'm over his psychologist who obviously knows nothing about PTSD, I'm over the doctor whose only answer is for me to pop some serepax,I'm over his aggression, I'm over trying to convince friends that there is more to this than just a relationship issue, I'm over PRETENDING I'M OK, I'm just OVER it all.
I miss having someone sleeping next to me. I miss consistency. I miss fun planning for tomorrow. I miss being able to deal with problems at a rational level. I miss having someone be honest with me. I miss sex. I miss intelligent conversations and philosophical discussions about saving the world. I miss being relaxed. I miss the feeling of safety. I miss the control I had over our business. I miss our business, which is all but gone. I miss believing in love.
I miss him. The man he was 12 months ago. Before all those incidents that twisted him up. I miss the man that would have had the strength to face up to the truth of the effects of his PTSD.
I did not cause him to hurt. I did not choose for him to deny his issues. I was his unwavering safety net. I can't be that net anymore.Not with denial continuously falling in the middle. The net is frayed, worn out.
I'm starting to pack his things tonight.