I’m struggling with my ex-fiance leaving our home, needing his space, however my grief is coupled with delivering a stillborn baby on Dec. 1st, just a month ago. The first week after my son died, he was attentive and supportive… Everything I could have asked for. The following week he began distancing himself from me and my 9 year old son.
He suffers from combat related PTSD but has been uncontrolled all this time. He has a history of bouts with wanting space but it's usually just to play video games for a few hours. This is completely different and the first time I've really experienced his pain.
He went home to visit his parents (who he barely keeps in touch with) out of state for the holidays, leaving me alone with the grief of losing our son and the uncertainty of our future. He told me he needed time to work through things on his own. He didn’t let me know his itinerary and I didn’t hear from him until I finally called him 2 days later to make sure he was alive. It was a horrible week.
I felt him separating himself from our family and it was confirmed when he got back. He said he couldn’t be a partner, couldn’t be a step dad and no longer wanted a family. I feel like my world has crashed down upon me.
We recently moved away from my hometown due to a duty station change. So effectively I moved my son away from his entire family, found a job, signed a year lease to be with this man and he’s just decided he doesn’t want this life we built anymore. He wants to pour himself into his work and our family is the sacrifice.
He is supposed to be moving his things out over the next 3 days while we’re visiting family but I’m physically sick imagining him starting a whole new life without us. We’ve planned that he’ll talk to my son when we get back home to say good bye but I still can't believe he's doing this.
He tells me he's not the enemy and he's not able to function here. I'm so distraught. I'm doing as much reading as I can to understand him but it doesn't hurt any less. So now I'm grieving our son and our life together, alone.
He suffers from combat related PTSD but has been uncontrolled all this time. He has a history of bouts with wanting space but it's usually just to play video games for a few hours. This is completely different and the first time I've really experienced his pain.
He went home to visit his parents (who he barely keeps in touch with) out of state for the holidays, leaving me alone with the grief of losing our son and the uncertainty of our future. He told me he needed time to work through things on his own. He didn’t let me know his itinerary and I didn’t hear from him until I finally called him 2 days later to make sure he was alive. It was a horrible week.
I felt him separating himself from our family and it was confirmed when he got back. He said he couldn’t be a partner, couldn’t be a step dad and no longer wanted a family. I feel like my world has crashed down upon me.
We recently moved away from my hometown due to a duty station change. So effectively I moved my son away from his entire family, found a job, signed a year lease to be with this man and he’s just decided he doesn’t want this life we built anymore. He wants to pour himself into his work and our family is the sacrifice.
He is supposed to be moving his things out over the next 3 days while we’re visiting family but I’m physically sick imagining him starting a whole new life without us. We’ve planned that he’ll talk to my son when we get back home to say good bye but I still can't believe he's doing this.
He tells me he's not the enemy and he's not able to function here. I'm so distraught. I'm doing as much reading as I can to understand him but it doesn't hurt any less. So now I'm grieving our son and our life together, alone.
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