I guess this is more of a vent...
I've been with my husband 10-1/2 years (married 4-1/2). He served 4 years in the Marines and did 3 tours. His last was Afghanistan 2011 where one of his best friends died in his arms (among several other casualties). Long story short, he feels guilt. We have gone back to his late friends' hometown every year and has since befriended their family. My husband was also blown up 3 times. Long story short, he's lucky.
Then he came home in the fall and met his 6-month old twins for the first time in addition to his "then" 2 year old, he got out late 2011.
2012 was hell. He was adjusting, lazy, mean, arrogant, moody. We fought alot. I have always worked full-time and have a demanding job as a breadwinner. He learned that he can't drink liquor because of how his personality is affected. I have always been a go-getter, he has become a hermit.
Fast forward and it's eggshell city. It can be so exhausting. Some days he's great, other days he's irritable. His kids are growing up but he can't socialize or play with them...he'll be the one sitting on the park bench. He doesn't do crowds, he still ducks with loud noises. In late 2012, I finally got him to go to the VA. Oh, and he refuses (flat out period) refuses counseling. He was diagnosed with OCD (which explains why he washes the dishes 3 times a day, lol...etc), TBI, and PTSD. He takes something at night to relax his mind for sleep. His back always hurts. I'm just exhausted. It's like having a 4th kid some days. Sometimes, he'll be GREAT. It's like having my husband back. And then he'll go and fly off the handle or do something stupid and it ruins everything for a while. There are days when I wonder why I even bother. The kids can't make messes because...it's messy (cue the OCD). But then other days it's ok. This just isn't the husband I want my kids to grow up recognizing as their father. I know he's in there somewhere. I've accepted the dishes being in random cabinets (cue TBI), or the fact that I have to attend any and every concert/festival/fair by myself (cue PTSD)...but I'm hitting a brick wall where I'm finding more things that I don't like opposed to things that I do.
I've been with my husband 10-1/2 years (married 4-1/2). He served 4 years in the Marines and did 3 tours. His last was Afghanistan 2011 where one of his best friends died in his arms (among several other casualties). Long story short, he feels guilt. We have gone back to his late friends' hometown every year and has since befriended their family. My husband was also blown up 3 times. Long story short, he's lucky.
Then he came home in the fall and met his 6-month old twins for the first time in addition to his "then" 2 year old, he got out late 2011.
2012 was hell. He was adjusting, lazy, mean, arrogant, moody. We fought alot. I have always worked full-time and have a demanding job as a breadwinner. He learned that he can't drink liquor because of how his personality is affected. I have always been a go-getter, he has become a hermit.
Fast forward and it's eggshell city. It can be so exhausting. Some days he's great, other days he's irritable. His kids are growing up but he can't socialize or play with them...he'll be the one sitting on the park bench. He doesn't do crowds, he still ducks with loud noises. In late 2012, I finally got him to go to the VA. Oh, and he refuses (flat out period) refuses counseling. He was diagnosed with OCD (which explains why he washes the dishes 3 times a day, lol...etc), TBI, and PTSD. He takes something at night to relax his mind for sleep. His back always hurts. I'm just exhausted. It's like having a 4th kid some days. Sometimes, he'll be GREAT. It's like having my husband back. And then he'll go and fly off the handle or do something stupid and it ruins everything for a while. There are days when I wonder why I even bother. The kids can't make messes because...it's messy (cue the OCD). But then other days it's ok. This just isn't the husband I want my kids to grow up recognizing as their father. I know he's in there somewhere. I've accepted the dishes being in random cabinets (cue TBI), or the fact that I have to attend any and every concert/festival/fair by myself (cue PTSD)...but I'm hitting a brick wall where I'm finding more things that I don't like opposed to things that I do.