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I've been dating a retired Army combat veteran for 7 months and things were going great until Monday night.
First, a little back-story:
We work together and we were both single and I texted him one Friday night (as a friend, or so I thought) and he asked if I wanted to have dinner the next night. I said "sure!" and we met at the restaurant the next night. We talked a lot and got along great, but I thought we were just hanging out as friends. There was no goodnight kiss or anything.
The next Friday, he texted me as he was leaving work asking me if I wanted to have dinner on Saturday again. I said "okay". Once again, met at the restaurant... thought we were in the friendzone.
Well, things sort of changed that night. He reached across the table and grabbed my hand and told me that he had been interested in me since he first saw me and wanted to be more than friends.
I was blown away. I sort of had a crush on him anyway, so I agreed to go out with him. We decided to go to a bar to play pinball (lol) and as soon as I got in his (brand new!) car, he leaned over and kissed me. I swear, I felt something I'd never felt before.
I'll admit that he knocked my socks off and the chemistry between us is great. We both love to talk and we talk every night and we always say 'I love you' before we hang up.
He's always been a gentleman- opening the car door for me, helping me put my jacket on, etc. Just a great guy. I love him very much.
He served in Iraq and Afghanistan and was wounded when his Humvee hit an IED. He had to endure numerous surgeries, but was finally able to walk again. He still has shrapnel in his back that cannot be removed because of the proximity of it to his spine.
I first witnessed his PTSD when we went to the lake for July 4th. It was horrible to see his reaction everytime there was a boom. I tried my best to comfort him and keep him safe. I even went as far as to yell at folks to stop setting off fireworks!
He periodically has nightmares where he's down-range again. He won't offer any other details. He usually can't get back to sleep after that. Sometimes he'll drink some wine to try to go back to sleep. He has to take Ambien to sleep, as-is. Oh, and he's found out he has Sleep Apnea, so he's training on his CPAP machine.
Anyway, this past Friday night we went out and everything was great. He asked me to go out again Saturday night. When I texted him on Saturday, he had been awakened by nightmares... no sleep... not good company. He called that night and we talked. Everything was fine. Everything was great!
On Sunday afternoon he texted me and we met for an early dinner. Again, everything was fine.
I don't remember much about Monday at work, but he and I were talking on the phone Monday night and he started ranting about people profiting off the wars and I said something and he basically started screaming "you weren't there, you'll never know what it's like...!" and he unleashed a string of expletives and hung up. Seconds later, he called back and when I said "hello", he didn't answer, so I hung up and tried to go to sleep.
The next day, he was there, because I saw his car, but he hid in his cubicle and shunned everyone (especially me).
Wednesday... Ditto! (I did leave a chocolate chip cookie on his desk, though... He wasn't there when I slipped it onto his desk)
On Thursday, I decided to try to communicate with him, so I sent him an interoffice IM basically saying " Hey".
He responded with "Yes"
I didn't know what to say. I'd snuck a plate of desserts onto his desk, so I just said "I left something on your desk". He said " Thanks".
I basically said 'You're welcome. You know, just because you're pissed at me doesn't mean I'm going to stop caring about you.'
Then I said something like 'When you're ready to come out of your cave, I'll be waiting. I miss you'. No response.
I was off Friday and honestly, I was pissed and decided I was going to go to his gym and wait for him and make him break up, if that was his intention.
I took a shower and got ready to go and something told me to not go.
I remembered that he wasn't shutting just ME out, but EVERYONE!
I did some reading last night and found out about constriction/isolation/numbing. Now things sort of made sense. I had set off this chain of events and that really upset me.
After several hours of reading PTSD websites last night, I decided to text him to let him know that I'd been reading up on PTSD and I realized that I had sent him into this tailspin and the fact that I hurt someone I love was regrettable. I closed by saying that if his isolation was meant to signal he wanted to break up, then to please have the courtesy to do it in person.
Well, around noon today, he responded. He said that WE do have some things that requires discussion and that it was better for us to not say anything because he had nothing constructive to say. He said saying nothing was a better option for him.
I asked when we could discuss them and he said if I didn't have anything going on tomorrow we could meet for lunch and discuss where we go from here.
I agreed to meet him tomorrow at the restaurant he specified (not a cheap one).
I'm nervous that he's going to dump me or if he truly wants to work things out, that I'm going to say something to mess things up.
Any advice or words of encouragement? I really want my best friend back and if that means we're just destined to be friends, then I'm ready to accept that.
Thanks!
I've been dating a retired Army combat veteran for 7 months and things were going great until Monday night.
First, a little back-story:
We work together and we were both single and I texted him one Friday night (as a friend, or so I thought) and he asked if I wanted to have dinner the next night. I said "sure!" and we met at the restaurant the next night. We talked a lot and got along great, but I thought we were just hanging out as friends. There was no goodnight kiss or anything.
The next Friday, he texted me as he was leaving work asking me if I wanted to have dinner on Saturday again. I said "okay". Once again, met at the restaurant... thought we were in the friendzone.
Well, things sort of changed that night. He reached across the table and grabbed my hand and told me that he had been interested in me since he first saw me and wanted to be more than friends.
I was blown away. I sort of had a crush on him anyway, so I agreed to go out with him. We decided to go to a bar to play pinball (lol) and as soon as I got in his (brand new!) car, he leaned over and kissed me. I swear, I felt something I'd never felt before.
I'll admit that he knocked my socks off and the chemistry between us is great. We both love to talk and we talk every night and we always say 'I love you' before we hang up.
He's always been a gentleman- opening the car door for me, helping me put my jacket on, etc. Just a great guy. I love him very much.
He served in Iraq and Afghanistan and was wounded when his Humvee hit an IED. He had to endure numerous surgeries, but was finally able to walk again. He still has shrapnel in his back that cannot be removed because of the proximity of it to his spine.
I first witnessed his PTSD when we went to the lake for July 4th. It was horrible to see his reaction everytime there was a boom. I tried my best to comfort him and keep him safe. I even went as far as to yell at folks to stop setting off fireworks!
He periodically has nightmares where he's down-range again. He won't offer any other details. He usually can't get back to sleep after that. Sometimes he'll drink some wine to try to go back to sleep. He has to take Ambien to sleep, as-is. Oh, and he's found out he has Sleep Apnea, so he's training on his CPAP machine.
Anyway, this past Friday night we went out and everything was great. He asked me to go out again Saturday night. When I texted him on Saturday, he had been awakened by nightmares... no sleep... not good company. He called that night and we talked. Everything was fine. Everything was great!
On Sunday afternoon he texted me and we met for an early dinner. Again, everything was fine.
I don't remember much about Monday at work, but he and I were talking on the phone Monday night and he started ranting about people profiting off the wars and I said something and he basically started screaming "you weren't there, you'll never know what it's like...!" and he unleashed a string of expletives and hung up. Seconds later, he called back and when I said "hello", he didn't answer, so I hung up and tried to go to sleep.
The next day, he was there, because I saw his car, but he hid in his cubicle and shunned everyone (especially me).
Wednesday... Ditto! (I did leave a chocolate chip cookie on his desk, though... He wasn't there when I slipped it onto his desk)
On Thursday, I decided to try to communicate with him, so I sent him an interoffice IM basically saying " Hey".
He responded with "Yes"
I didn't know what to say. I'd snuck a plate of desserts onto his desk, so I just said "I left something on your desk". He said " Thanks".
I basically said 'You're welcome. You know, just because you're pissed at me doesn't mean I'm going to stop caring about you.'
Then I said something like 'When you're ready to come out of your cave, I'll be waiting. I miss you'. No response.
I was off Friday and honestly, I was pissed and decided I was going to go to his gym and wait for him and make him break up, if that was his intention.
I took a shower and got ready to go and something told me to not go.
I remembered that he wasn't shutting just ME out, but EVERYONE!
I did some reading last night and found out about constriction/isolation/numbing. Now things sort of made sense. I had set off this chain of events and that really upset me.
After several hours of reading PTSD websites last night, I decided to text him to let him know that I'd been reading up on PTSD and I realized that I had sent him into this tailspin and the fact that I hurt someone I love was regrettable. I closed by saying that if his isolation was meant to signal he wanted to break up, then to please have the courtesy to do it in person.
Well, around noon today, he responded. He said that WE do have some things that requires discussion and that it was better for us to not say anything because he had nothing constructive to say. He said saying nothing was a better option for him.
I asked when we could discuss them and he said if I didn't have anything going on tomorrow we could meet for lunch and discuss where we go from here.
I agreed to meet him tomorrow at the restaurant he specified (not a cheap one).
I'm nervous that he's going to dump me or if he truly wants to work things out, that I'm going to say something to mess things up.
Any advice or words of encouragement? I really want my best friend back and if that means we're just destined to be friends, then I'm ready to accept that.
Thanks!