Just a simple rant today... on my birthday.
We are apart right now (have found that separate homes works for us for "break" periods) and this year he remembered a card, but it hasnt arrived yet so he's annoyed.
He's been away since mid-January so I'm really starting to look forward to our 10 year anniversary reunion and holiday in just over a month.
About a week ago he was on a high - love emojis, sweet words, talk of our future, our reunion... a few days ago it flipped and I started getting sent the articles and comments about how f-ed up the world is... the usual for his down periods.
I've been feeling down myself a bit lately. All I wanted on my birthday was some sweet words of love from my man. I do miss him. Instead I got a "Happy Birthday" sandwiched inside a 1h45min moan about the sh*t state of the world and how I need to be more assertive in making decisions. Gee. Thanks. Love you, too.
What's worse is that I feel awful when he's feeling awful. And he knows it. And it makes him feel worse. Sigh. After 10 years I should know better... but when this fades all I can hope for is what I do know is coming back again; those sweet words of appreciation and acknowledgment that I put up with so much.
My main moan today: why can't PTSD read the calendar?!?!
