My ex and I were together for 3 years. The first 2 years he didnt tell me about his PTSD.
He was verbally abusive, cheating, commitment phobic on the one hand. But the most fun, witty, child-like enjoyable, loving deeply on the other hand
He broke up with me each time we fought, reached up to us not being in contact for a couple of weeks, and then he'd call me again
After 2 years I had had it..I concluded that he was a manipulative psychopath and left. Soon when I started dating someone else he came back and lured me back in. This is when he told me about what he had been through and what had caused it. And how it caused him to live like he did today. He didn't even know it was PTSD.
I felt guilty about being angry about his distancing behaviours immidiately and I tried to make him undertstand the severity of his situation. I helped him get to his therapy and I started doing all kinds of research on PTSD. I became tolerant about him needing space and time alone. How could I do anything else? I felt so bad for him and I was the only person he had ever told this to.
While I was trying my best to never get angry when he shut me out again, his behaviour towards me even got worse. He started telling me that he would treat me better when he got better, that this wasnt his real self. That he loved me and wanted to spend his life with me. That I should ride through it until brighter days. And so I did, I decided to ride through it.Meanwhile he was slacking his therapy. Only made time for his hobbies.
I got yelled at, lied to, manipulated, isolated weekly. He was also addicted to masturbation so the physical aspect of our relationship was minimal. I was living for the 2 times a week we would get together. I couldnt wait for him to start feeling better so we could start building a life.
On the other hand, he did so many things for me, we did so many fun things together and his family and I, we loved each other.
Then the moment came when I realized that he wouldnt change. A person that can use PTSD as an excuse to treat someone badly in such a manner, will not change..I left him with so much pain in my heart. Hoping that this time I would get through it and not give into him calling me after 2 weeks to make up.
I figured that it's not called a relationship when you see each other 2 times a week after 3 years, and then get yelled at for nothing on those dates. I was betrayed, lonely, isolated, co-dependent, no self-esteem left, and miserable. Yet I was feeling sorry for him, believed that him and I belonged together, and trying to help him all the time...
It has almost been 2 weeks and he sent me a message today. I'm sitting here crying because I miss him and I love him on the one hand and I know that if I ever want to get out of this cycle I must stay out of touch on the other. I know it would be better for him and myself. I know I cant keep enabling him the environment to believe that he doesnt need to get therapy. And I know I have to get out of my co-dependent ways.
Feels good to share this with all of you, you know how I feel.
Since nobody in my environment is familiar with PTSD, they always assume and tell me he's ''just an *sshole''. I stopped talking to them about it long ago.
After 3 years I'm going to break the cycle and not respond to him reaching out again. I pray for strength.
I'm exhausted.
He was verbally abusive, cheating, commitment phobic on the one hand. But the most fun, witty, child-like enjoyable, loving deeply on the other hand
He broke up with me each time we fought, reached up to us not being in contact for a couple of weeks, and then he'd call me again
After 2 years I had had it..I concluded that he was a manipulative psychopath and left. Soon when I started dating someone else he came back and lured me back in. This is when he told me about what he had been through and what had caused it. And how it caused him to live like he did today. He didn't even know it was PTSD.
I felt guilty about being angry about his distancing behaviours immidiately and I tried to make him undertstand the severity of his situation. I helped him get to his therapy and I started doing all kinds of research on PTSD. I became tolerant about him needing space and time alone. How could I do anything else? I felt so bad for him and I was the only person he had ever told this to.
While I was trying my best to never get angry when he shut me out again, his behaviour towards me even got worse. He started telling me that he would treat me better when he got better, that this wasnt his real self. That he loved me and wanted to spend his life with me. That I should ride through it until brighter days. And so I did, I decided to ride through it.Meanwhile he was slacking his therapy. Only made time for his hobbies.
I got yelled at, lied to, manipulated, isolated weekly. He was also addicted to masturbation so the physical aspect of our relationship was minimal. I was living for the 2 times a week we would get together. I couldnt wait for him to start feeling better so we could start building a life.
On the other hand, he did so many things for me, we did so many fun things together and his family and I, we loved each other.
Then the moment came when I realized that he wouldnt change. A person that can use PTSD as an excuse to treat someone badly in such a manner, will not change..I left him with so much pain in my heart. Hoping that this time I would get through it and not give into him calling me after 2 weeks to make up.
I figured that it's not called a relationship when you see each other 2 times a week after 3 years, and then get yelled at for nothing on those dates. I was betrayed, lonely, isolated, co-dependent, no self-esteem left, and miserable. Yet I was feeling sorry for him, believed that him and I belonged together, and trying to help him all the time...
It has almost been 2 weeks and he sent me a message today. I'm sitting here crying because I miss him and I love him on the one hand and I know that if I ever want to get out of this cycle I must stay out of touch on the other. I know it would be better for him and myself. I know I cant keep enabling him the environment to believe that he doesnt need to get therapy. And I know I have to get out of my co-dependent ways.
Feels good to share this with all of you, you know how I feel.
Since nobody in my environment is familiar with PTSD, they always assume and tell me he's ''just an *sshole''. I stopped talking to them about it long ago.
After 3 years I'm going to break the cycle and not respond to him reaching out again. I pray for strength.
I'm exhausted.
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