It took our marriage counselor calling his behavior "abuse" for me to finally accept that, yes, PTSD or not, abuse is still abuse. He's never hit me, but through everything, even knowing there was "something" but not having the name for it yet, there was that red flag saying "this is mental and emotional abuse."
It's really really hard to come to that conclusion, because, yes, I enabled it. And, to give the label "abuser" to someone who, I believe, genuinely loved (loves?) me, when claims to have tried not to be abusive. Sure, I tried to get him to see what he was doing, but I always backed down.
To be honest, I'm way too...forgiving? Passive? No, not passive, that's not quite right (anyone who knows me I'm not passive lol). Naive? Basically, I see the humanity in everyone. My mom was emotionally abusive, but she really had NO idea. Now, as an adult, I recognize the damage she did to me, but I also know HER past. She had no idea what she was doing. Ironically, in HER attempting to learn about mental illness, she's...making amends. She admits she was, if not abusive, too judgmental, and that is HUGE for her. And in all reality, I forgave her long ago.
So in my own marriage, I recognize the humanity and what led my husband to where he is. How was he supposed to know what love looks like? But, at the same time, I let him walk all over me, thinking that was the key to keeping the demon at bay. Nope, sure isn't. My own depression and anxiety contributed as well.
Finally hearing it called abuse really hurt him, and I know that. Probably to the point where he won't ever forgive me, at least not while he's "dealing" with his trauma, by shutting down. He can't even forgive me for a misunderstanding that triggered him.
Now that my depression and anxiety is in remission, I finally have the strength to say "This is not acceptable. This is abuse," actually mean it, and do what I need to protect myself. Can I forgive him? I already have. But he has to put forth effort as well, and realize that "I'm physically here" being the "best" he can do, at any given time, is just the start. I've seen what he can do, when he's capable of coherent thought, not tainted by amygdala demons. He's the one that needs to decide he wants more of the good, and try to start to heal the bad.
I thought love was enough. Love is not enough. And thanks for bumping this, I needed to read it. :)