23YearsApart
New Here
Completely new to this and pardon me as I pour my heart's desires in such a public forum.
Here are the stats:
1991 - We date for nearly a year. It is wonderful, we are young. I am in my freshman year of college, he is a skater style grunge boy with incredible blue eyes and a heart of gold. We share laughs (many), experiences (many) and love each other deeply. The relationship ends when the highschooler puts the girlfriend ahead of school and family... his mother ends our relationship. (At this time there is no facebook, little cell phones and much to much monitoring to try to bridge the gap) We separate completely.
1994 - He enters the US Marine Corps and begins his journey in the corps ... he is physically and no doubt emotionally injured in Bosnia and I believe leaves or goes on medical leave for a brief time.
2001 - A phone call comes on my home line... I'm at this point married for the second time and have two children... my world however is falling apart, I am intensely depressed... and I ask that he not call me, not tell me that he loves me and that the best he can do is to stay safe and when I cross his mind - to pray for me. He sends a mixed tape - because that's what you do when you love someone and they push you away
2004/5 - As a Marine he encounters situations and actions that I cannot fathom and even given his accounts can never feel as he feels - he is injured more now and in a coma for nearly 4 months... I am ignorant of this as we do not have contact between 2001 and Dec 2013
Dec 2013 - A facebook message; "I found you"... he found me... he searched for me. Though we at one point had mutual friends - we did not in the facebook community. In his beautiful romantic way he reached out and found that I am now divorced... that I'm 'available' It's a beautiful beautiful story and a pretty great reality also however there are some issues.
1. We have over 1000 miles between us
2. He is suffering horribly with combat related PTSD
I am only beginning to understand what I don't understand... meaning I'm getting to the point that the books I have crammed into the past month while helpful to some - do not echo his symptoms (as I see them). Yes he has terribly difficult times sleeping and horrendous nightmares. He sees someone through the VA - he is overcoming an addiction issue... but where it takes a sharp turn is that he tells me EVERYTHING.
Everything is spilling out a pace that is just textbook C-PTSD wrong... every forum speaks of this quietness, that there is difficulty in intimacy. It's the opposite here... there is a rush to intimacy - "marry me" within a weeks worth of conversation... here is my story (hours on end of horrific details)... tears and tears and tears.
He has pushed everyone away prior to reengaging with me... no family where there once was some... no friends where there once was many.
And I love him - I have loved him since I was seventeen years old. Bottom line is that I don't know how to do this - I don't know how to accept this atypical version of this disease. When and where do I find someone that can relate to our story?
I'm hopeful for him - for us. I know the amount of strength I have built up over the years may be just for this situation. And I know his heart better than anyone - he is true, he is loving, a hopeless romantic who loves hiking and some good grunge tunes... and hockey... but I also know he is injured and that it may be a while before I see (if ever) the man he was intended to become.
Here are the stats:
1991 - We date for nearly a year. It is wonderful, we are young. I am in my freshman year of college, he is a skater style grunge boy with incredible blue eyes and a heart of gold. We share laughs (many), experiences (many) and love each other deeply. The relationship ends when the highschooler puts the girlfriend ahead of school and family... his mother ends our relationship. (At this time there is no facebook, little cell phones and much to much monitoring to try to bridge the gap) We separate completely.
1994 - He enters the US Marine Corps and begins his journey in the corps ... he is physically and no doubt emotionally injured in Bosnia and I believe leaves or goes on medical leave for a brief time.
2001 - A phone call comes on my home line... I'm at this point married for the second time and have two children... my world however is falling apart, I am intensely depressed... and I ask that he not call me, not tell me that he loves me and that the best he can do is to stay safe and when I cross his mind - to pray for me. He sends a mixed tape - because that's what you do when you love someone and they push you away
2004/5 - As a Marine he encounters situations and actions that I cannot fathom and even given his accounts can never feel as he feels - he is injured more now and in a coma for nearly 4 months... I am ignorant of this as we do not have contact between 2001 and Dec 2013
Dec 2013 - A facebook message; "I found you"... he found me... he searched for me. Though we at one point had mutual friends - we did not in the facebook community. In his beautiful romantic way he reached out and found that I am now divorced... that I'm 'available' It's a beautiful beautiful story and a pretty great reality also however there are some issues.
1. We have over 1000 miles between us
2. He is suffering horribly with combat related PTSD
I am only beginning to understand what I don't understand... meaning I'm getting to the point that the books I have crammed into the past month while helpful to some - do not echo his symptoms (as I see them). Yes he has terribly difficult times sleeping and horrendous nightmares. He sees someone through the VA - he is overcoming an addiction issue... but where it takes a sharp turn is that he tells me EVERYTHING.
Everything is spilling out a pace that is just textbook C-PTSD wrong... every forum speaks of this quietness, that there is difficulty in intimacy. It's the opposite here... there is a rush to intimacy - "marry me" within a weeks worth of conversation... here is my story (hours on end of horrific details)... tears and tears and tears.
He has pushed everyone away prior to reengaging with me... no family where there once was some... no friends where there once was many.
And I love him - I have loved him since I was seventeen years old. Bottom line is that I don't know how to do this - I don't know how to accept this atypical version of this disease. When and where do I find someone that can relate to our story?
I'm hopeful for him - for us. I know the amount of strength I have built up over the years may be just for this situation. And I know his heart better than anyone - he is true, he is loving, a hopeless romantic who loves hiking and some good grunge tunes... and hockey... but I also know he is injured and that it may be a while before I see (if ever) the man he was intended to become.