shadesofgreen
Bronze Member
I was with my Sgt for 16 months, and when he knew he was being retired, he decided he was moving home 5 miles away. He and I were awesome together. I knew he had PTSD from date 1, and it didn't deter me; I honestly love him with all my heart. In December, he even asked my mom permission to marry me. I was over the moon.
He had his moments, and he would withdraw. I saw him off to his home state; it broke my heart knowing that I couldn't be there with him (yet) - he wanted to stabilize himself first and then have me visit. He has been there for four months, and he is depressed, sleeping on a couch, unemployed, drinking and anxious. I know because he's up all night. I offered him to move in with me, but he adamantly refused because he wanted to be home; I offered to move out there when I could, and he said not until he was ready, and I respected that.
This month, communication was off ... something wasn't right. He "accidentally" blocked me on Facebook. He stopped reaching out when he needed help. He parties with his friends. I saw and felt him pulling away. Then I got the 1AM "I need temporary space, you should date other men, I'm not good enough for you, I wish I could tell you I loved you" conversation. A piece of me died but I held it together very gracefully.
I decided to make a stupid move and visit. I was so desperate to make sure he was okay (he said he was depressed, unfocused, miserable -- I needed to know he was okay) that I went to see him. I definitely triggered his PTSD and he sent me a horrible text telling me "this isn't what I meant by space." I was devastated and left without even seeing him face to face.
I sent him a "let him go" type of email - sweet, caring, supportive. I would still get on the next flight out if he needed me. I love him very much. Then, my coworker snooped on his Facebook and saw that he had changed his picture to him and one of his female friends (he had promised me in the space conversation that he was not dating nor was he capable of dating. I choose to believe him for the sake of my sanity). I have pretty much lost 7 lbs in the 4 days because I'm so heartbroken.
I called him and said (very clearly and professionally, not all crazy like, but definitely hurt) "Sgt, I understand what's going on, and I respect your space. You don't have to respond to this call."
It's only been 48 hours; we've gone longer with him being in the pull back state and not responding. I have myself decided to hold back communication until/unless I hear from him as I don't want to upset him. His heart means more to me than my own - I wanted to be his wife and family in spite of the issues.
I am so glad that I found this place; my friends are hideously badmouthing him to me and trying to make me hate him. I don't have hatred in my heart for him. If he meant this to move on, that's fine and I accept it heavy heartedly. I guess I'm not sure whether he finally is hitting bottom, or if he really doesn't want anything to do with me.
I don't know what to make of any of this. I am mostly afraid that my "final" call will be the final call, and that he interpreted to mean "I hate you." I know I am strong and will move on because I can't wait for him (I don't even know if he thinks we broke up, since no one directly said that), but I am so confused and hurt today.
He had his moments, and he would withdraw. I saw him off to his home state; it broke my heart knowing that I couldn't be there with him (yet) - he wanted to stabilize himself first and then have me visit. He has been there for four months, and he is depressed, sleeping on a couch, unemployed, drinking and anxious. I know because he's up all night. I offered him to move in with me, but he adamantly refused because he wanted to be home; I offered to move out there when I could, and he said not until he was ready, and I respected that.
This month, communication was off ... something wasn't right. He "accidentally" blocked me on Facebook. He stopped reaching out when he needed help. He parties with his friends. I saw and felt him pulling away. Then I got the 1AM "I need temporary space, you should date other men, I'm not good enough for you, I wish I could tell you I loved you" conversation. A piece of me died but I held it together very gracefully.
I decided to make a stupid move and visit. I was so desperate to make sure he was okay (he said he was depressed, unfocused, miserable -- I needed to know he was okay) that I went to see him. I definitely triggered his PTSD and he sent me a horrible text telling me "this isn't what I meant by space." I was devastated and left without even seeing him face to face.
I sent him a "let him go" type of email - sweet, caring, supportive. I would still get on the next flight out if he needed me. I love him very much. Then, my coworker snooped on his Facebook and saw that he had changed his picture to him and one of his female friends (he had promised me in the space conversation that he was not dating nor was he capable of dating. I choose to believe him for the sake of my sanity). I have pretty much lost 7 lbs in the 4 days because I'm so heartbroken.
I called him and said (very clearly and professionally, not all crazy like, but definitely hurt) "Sgt, I understand what's going on, and I respect your space. You don't have to respond to this call."
It's only been 48 hours; we've gone longer with him being in the pull back state and not responding. I have myself decided to hold back communication until/unless I hear from him as I don't want to upset him. His heart means more to me than my own - I wanted to be his wife and family in spite of the issues.
I am so glad that I found this place; my friends are hideously badmouthing him to me and trying to make me hate him. I don't have hatred in my heart for him. If he meant this to move on, that's fine and I accept it heavy heartedly. I guess I'm not sure whether he finally is hitting bottom, or if he really doesn't want anything to do with me.
I don't know what to make of any of this. I am mostly afraid that my "final" call will be the final call, and that he interpreted to mean "I hate you." I know I am strong and will move on because I can't wait for him (I don't even know if he thinks we broke up, since no one directly said that), but I am so confused and hurt today.
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