I love my boyfriend. I trust my boyfriend. Which really says a lot about him. The relationship is new but the connection is strong. I told him about my PTSD right away. I wasn't going to suck someone into so much drama if they didn't want to be a part of it. He seemed to understand but I knew it would be different once he actually saw it. And it was different. The whole week has been bad. I've been in my zone. And he is not used to it. He has never had to deal with anything like this before so it's hard for him. He didn't even know what it was. He reacts to my reactions and just doesn't understand what is really happening. I'm so bad at explaining it too because I loath talking about it. He eagerly agreed to attend my therapy session with me next week, which I so much appreciated. I told him it meant everything to me that he was going and he said, "Love, it means everything to us." So sweet right? He's been trying really hard to learn and help me, he reassures me every day that he isn't going anywhere and that he loves me. He has given me no reason to believe he's going to leave. But everybody is my life has left. Literally everybody. Even the other people who are in my life now have left at some point, but then came back. And I look around and nobody is faithful or trustworthy anymore. I just don't believe he will be able to handle me or my PTSD in the long run. The last week was so bad because he was not used to seeing me that way. I think he will learn how to handle me better, but PTSD is such an unpredictable disease. I never know how my day will go. I love him, I want to see what happens, but I'm so scared, and I'm also so scared that my fear is going to get in the way. So sick of being afraid.