I posted in the intro section a couple of weeks back explaining that I had been dating a combat veteran for over three years, and that he had been diagnosed with ptsd and tbi. I also explained that he had been isolating and that our communication was ongoing, but limited.
Well, since then nothing has changed and I decided to end the relationship.
Our communication had been limited to brief texts initiated by him every few days, which were limited to topics such as the weather and TV shows. Since it was apparent that he was in no position to really talk with me, or see me for that matter, I wrote him a letter explaining things.
He knows that I understand what is happening with him and that I am in complete support of him. However, it’s going on six weeks and he pretty much shut me out. I understand that he is not in a place to have any meaningful conversation about what is going on, and in a lot of ways I think that me being the one to end our relationship may even provide him a bit of relief…one less stressor.
My letter was not accusatory or blaming. It was simply an explanation of the difficulties in being in a relationship like this. The difficulty with offering every piece of myself in support, and then being treated like someone he barely knows; the difficulty in accepting the inequities; the difficulty with feeling unimportant ; and the difficulty with feeling totally helpless when the symptoms kick in and he shuts down.
I thought I had mastered the art of not taking things personally, but this time, it’s just too much to take. The thing is, I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. I promised that I would always be there. And, like I said in my intro, I’m willing to do the work, but he won’t let me know what my job is. So, I can’t help him; he won’t let me.
The only solace I have is that maybe relieving him of the stressors of a relationship may help him. You know, you can read and educate yourself on this stuff as much as you can and feel like you really understand what is happening. But, when you’re in the middle of it, everything goes out the window and you are still left standing there with your heart in pieces on the floor while you helplessly watch the person you love self-destruct.
This really sucks………….
Well, since then nothing has changed and I decided to end the relationship.
Our communication had been limited to brief texts initiated by him every few days, which were limited to topics such as the weather and TV shows. Since it was apparent that he was in no position to really talk with me, or see me for that matter, I wrote him a letter explaining things.
He knows that I understand what is happening with him and that I am in complete support of him. However, it’s going on six weeks and he pretty much shut me out. I understand that he is not in a place to have any meaningful conversation about what is going on, and in a lot of ways I think that me being the one to end our relationship may even provide him a bit of relief…one less stressor.
My letter was not accusatory or blaming. It was simply an explanation of the difficulties in being in a relationship like this. The difficulty with offering every piece of myself in support, and then being treated like someone he barely knows; the difficulty in accepting the inequities; the difficulty with feeling unimportant ; and the difficulty with feeling totally helpless when the symptoms kick in and he shuts down.
I thought I had mastered the art of not taking things personally, but this time, it’s just too much to take. The thing is, I feel an overwhelming sense of guilt. I promised that I would always be there. And, like I said in my intro, I’m willing to do the work, but he won’t let me know what my job is. So, I can’t help him; he won’t let me.
The only solace I have is that maybe relieving him of the stressors of a relationship may help him. You know, you can read and educate yourself on this stuff as much as you can and feel like you really understand what is happening. But, when you’re in the middle of it, everything goes out the window and you are still left standing there with your heart in pieces on the floor while you helplessly watch the person you love self-destruct.
This really sucks………….