Yeah, needless to say, I didn't eat the dinner I was cooking when the argument came up.
I know he had his 5 day old son die in his arms, I know his brother OD's on pain killers but I would NEVER throw that in his face to hurt him. I know this will pass but I honestly thought about leaving him. It was so vicious.
Now I just think he lost control and wanted to get my attention. I just wish he understood that if I could turn it off I would! It's not like I sit here dwelling on details I'd rather not remember, but internally, in my body and mind, the battle is still ongoing.
If I'm not stressing out loud I'm battling weight loss, nausea, IBSback and neck pain, heart palpatatons that feel like an anxiety attack and the urge to scream at everyone to just STHU. I'm so tired.
He refuses to read up on PTSD. I don't know why. He says that I was fine a year ago. Yeah well a year ago It was dormant. It's not a constant and they are called triggers. He won't listen or allow me to explain. He says it's all excuses, for what??? How do you fake weeks of vomitting and diarrhea? Migrains? Shaking and burting into tears? Waking up 4-5 night a week dresnched in sweat and screaming and crying? YES, it's in my head and I can't get it out!