Thanks, Bilby and nomedic. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your concern. It's lonely out here, with people who see things one-dimensionally and couldn't possibly imagine how I could be torn right now.
I talked to him last night; he is still in the hospital and learning a lot about living in the civilian world. He tried a yoga class and really liked it, and the VA is giving him all kinds of avenues to work on his anxiety, including group sessions. The sad thing is that he does not have any support from his family who I believe would rather he just went back overseas. This was the first phone call where he didn't pressure me for another chance. The next time he does, I plan to tell him that any time he pushes, it sends me into a panic. I've had anxiety issues and panic attacks in the past, and I really don't want to go there again.
In the meantime, i got a full night's sleep last night for the first time in I don't know how many weeks. I had a good night, a half a glass of wine (the most I ever have), and I fell asleep reaching out to turn my light off, which was pretty funny. I woke up with the light still on and my arm hanging off the bed. I was that exhausted.
My work is very stressful, and is number one on my list of stressors because my company is on the brink of closing. Paychecks were late last week and we're working hard to save it, but that might not be enough. We won't know for a bunch of months, but being a single mom, that sends me into a panic. I have a little in savings and a good education, but it would be tough.
Thank you for letting me talk this out here. I've already told him that we are friends only now, and I plan to stick to that. I wrote out a list of all the damage that was done to my life last Saturday night. I am still harboring anger from my recent divorce, and I did make an appointment to see a counselor next week. I'm taking things one day at a time, but I'm not looking forward to him getting out of the hospital. I'm hoping he is learning how to give people space, because when his anxiety is triggered, he looks for someone to lean on, and if he doesn't find that, he looks for someone to give him some kind of reaction. I don't want to be that person.
I do have to admit, though, that hearing his voice talking like normal to me yesterday stirred up all kinds of feelings for him. Deep down inside, I do love this man. I sure don't love the ptsd, though, and they go together.