All these stories are so relevant to me. I'm sorry that this is long, but it is my first post and I'm at my breaking point. thanks for reading if you have the time. I could use the advice of others who have been here. I met my partner M. just five months ago and I'm not sure I can do it anymore. We seemed like the perfect match. I'm not an idealist, but he seemed to be the man that I prayed for all my life except for two things: He is suffering with PTSD and he lives about a 4 hours drive away from me. She says it would be his intention to move where I am because he has nothing grounding him where he lives now. He has no children, but I see that all his supports are there and he hasn't lived where I am before so it would be all new and I'm not sure how he would manage. We "got" each other from the start and met very soon after starting a conversation online and it was love at first sight. We were both married before, I am in my 40s and he in his 50s.. we are 10 years apart almost exactly. It seemed like a great fit. We had a lot of fun together, laughed until we cried and cried tears of understanding together too.
I was diagnosed with PTSD following a severe car accident almost 20 years ago which exposed an earlier rape trauma from my teens. I have done my work and am in recovery. I no longer live with daily panic and my symptoms are managed well with yoga, mindfulness, and prayer. Everyday I make choices to be well. It took me a long time to get where I am and I have been an advocate for mental health in my community for awhile now. I thought I understood PTSD until I met M. We connected on this level because I do understand what he is going through and can be very empathetic to his symptoms. I've felt many of them, although I will fully admit that I have never been in the debilitating mental state where he often ends up. He was diagnosed 15 years ago. He was medically retired a number of years ago and his work now is to get well. It will be a long journey for him. He didn't start his recovery until 2 years ago. His symptoms were treated with a million drugs and self medication. His first marriage was a toxic nightmare and I would call it a second trauma. He is getting better and when we met I think I thought he was better than he actually is. The more comfortable he is with me, the more he reveals to me about his illness. He is an incredibly shy man, distrustful of strangers and carries deep shame about many things. In my he found a safe place.
When we are together it feels like we can do anything, he takes care of me and helps me, but when we are apart he quickly cycles out of control and I can't reach him. Not just physically, but emotionally. He doesn't hear me (he hears his ex and looks for me to react like her - with yelling, cheating, and judgement). He seems to crave drama then because that is all he knew before. That's not me. I'm a pacifist. I have tried to establish boundaries around texting and FaceTime because conversations there are easily miscommunicated thanks to an activated brain on his end. He is triggered from the time he wakes up from his drug induced "sleep" and everything seems to upset him yet he will say that he is not upset. It is clear that he is. I broke up with him last month because I couldn't take it anymore. I was losing myself, walking on eggshells and never being able to say anything that didn't set him off. But, he came back and asked me to go to his therapist with him and I did. We started working on a book together on communicating in a relationship through Emotionally Focused Therapy... I say we started, but we listened to the book, but we have barely started the questions because when I presented it to him he jumped down my throat and called it homework even though it was he that suggested that damn book.
We had a fruitful few days in person since getting back together and I can see what a beautiful life it could be with him, but as soon as we are apart it's like the world flips upside down. PTSD gets the better of him within a few days and I am walking on eggshells. I'm ignoring him if I don't respond to his tirades, I'm mean if I respond but not with the lovey-dovey stuff he's expecting if I'm busy (I am a single mom, full-time student, and student minister among other things) and if he finally does piss me off enough and I respond poorly then he is passive aggressive and tries to make me feel like he is perfectly okay and I'm the one with the problem. Quite frankly, I'm exhausted. He emphatically tells me how much he loves me and he is a darling so much of the time, but within a couple of days of us being apart he turns into this needy, suspicious, rude, bossy, passive aggressive jerk.
I have two daughters who fell in love with him too, and I can't see bringing someone who is behaving like this into their lives. I won't. They haven't seen this yet, although they know that I called it off last month with him because of his health... they understand PTSD because of me. I too am concerned for myself because it is really hard to talk to anyone about this. I know my friends think I'm nuts to stay with him when almost every night I am left in tears of frustration and sadness. They accused me of being codependent, and I was leaning that way which is why I called it off before. I'm not going that root again! It is terrible to witness him suffering from so far away and not be able to help him and at the same time be the target for his tirades. I feel so guilty for just wanting to run away. On one hand he says he needs to know I am there for him, and then on the other hand I'll offer advice or help with a matter (I do not try to "fix" anything as I know better) and he says he doesn't need my help and has to do it by himself. I don't think he is ready for a loving relationship. Loving relationships are supposed to be life giving... this feels like it is sucking the life out of me. :( HELP!