suekitten1153
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I met my husband a couple years ago at a club. We hit it off literally the minute we met. We couldn't get enough of each other. Our friends would jokingly gag over our open affection for each other. After a while they seriously started to get pissed and leave us. We didn't care, I guess, because we had each other.
Life smacked us down a bunch, but together we kept rising. I knew within a couple weeks of meeting him that he had Combat PTSD from the Army and his deployment to Afghanistan. I hate that sand pit. More soldiers have theoretically died there then they know. I was fine with it and my stepdad actually has it so I was actually experienced. Then we became pregnant.
We had a blast through the pregnancy and even decided to get married. We named our son after my Dad and his best friend. There has been SO much love. So much affection and true devotion.
Yes, I married him knowing he had PTSD. To some of you out there that makes me an idiot, and the rest of you might think I'm some amazing wife. I'm neither, I was just so in love that it didn't matter. Because, it shouldn't.
Two years into our marriage and I just...one day I love him as much as I used to...the next I hate him and want to get my own place. I cannot tell you how hard it has been. Everyone has their own story, of course. My story is a dark one, though. I've been told that I am acting like my mother (who abused me emotionally and mentally for years), I've had a million suicide threats thrown at me by my husband, I've caught him sitting in the bathroom with his .45 crying just because I told him I needed a minute alone, I've had to witness my 2 year old get screamed at for doing something relatively benign, I've been in the car with my 1 year old and had my husband threaten to run us off the road and end it all, etc. There's so much more.
I'm not allowed to have an emotion or a reaction, without getting a suicide threat that puts my back against the wall.
I mean I support him in EVERYTHING. I work 40+ hours a week, I am the sole provider, I cook, I clean, I'm not bad looking, I work out hard, I'm an adventurer....He stays home. In the near four years we've been together he's had a job for 11 months. I have worked 33 months and that was because I had a miscarriage and gave birth.
I'm sure there's going to be some of you that tell me to cool it, or put yourself in his shoes...but truthfully something's wrong. It's not just PTSD.
I don't know but I feel awful. I don't know what to do. Today, someone on Facebook was giving him crap over a project of his and I stood up for him. He had complained about the comment this person made to me personally so I knew it bugged him. But he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about and played it off and agreed with this friend.
I know it's a small thing, but this is just an example of 50+ little shitty things he does to me every day. He never touches me, he has no respect for me at ALL, we never have sex anymore. If something has to get done, I have to do it or it's pffft never getting done. I do about 80% of the housework, 70% of the cooking, and I have the only job. We're always broke because he will not work. I got him a job delivering papers and after 4 days he quit. He quits every job and then sits on his ass all day smoking weed...which I also pay for.
I'm running the family, I'm supporting the family, I'm managing the family, I'm calendaring for the family, I'm financially carrying the family, all the while my back is breaking and I'm starting to feel ENRAGED. I have to do all this and never eek out a sound of protest or my back is against the wall and I'm going to see some sort of violent display.
Is this what PTSD is like? Or, is my husband totally taking advantage of me? Please help me or give me some insight. I'm close to calling it quits which breaks my heart because I'm still so in love with him.
Life smacked us down a bunch, but together we kept rising. I knew within a couple weeks of meeting him that he had Combat PTSD from the Army and his deployment to Afghanistan. I hate that sand pit. More soldiers have theoretically died there then they know. I was fine with it and my stepdad actually has it so I was actually experienced. Then we became pregnant.
We had a blast through the pregnancy and even decided to get married. We named our son after my Dad and his best friend. There has been SO much love. So much affection and true devotion.
Yes, I married him knowing he had PTSD. To some of you out there that makes me an idiot, and the rest of you might think I'm some amazing wife. I'm neither, I was just so in love that it didn't matter. Because, it shouldn't.
Two years into our marriage and I just...one day I love him as much as I used to...the next I hate him and want to get my own place. I cannot tell you how hard it has been. Everyone has their own story, of course. My story is a dark one, though. I've been told that I am acting like my mother (who abused me emotionally and mentally for years), I've had a million suicide threats thrown at me by my husband, I've caught him sitting in the bathroom with his .45 crying just because I told him I needed a minute alone, I've had to witness my 2 year old get screamed at for doing something relatively benign, I've been in the car with my 1 year old and had my husband threaten to run us off the road and end it all, etc. There's so much more.
I'm not allowed to have an emotion or a reaction, without getting a suicide threat that puts my back against the wall.
I mean I support him in EVERYTHING. I work 40+ hours a week, I am the sole provider, I cook, I clean, I'm not bad looking, I work out hard, I'm an adventurer....He stays home. In the near four years we've been together he's had a job for 11 months. I have worked 33 months and that was because I had a miscarriage and gave birth.
I'm sure there's going to be some of you that tell me to cool it, or put yourself in his shoes...but truthfully something's wrong. It's not just PTSD.
I don't know but I feel awful. I don't know what to do. Today, someone on Facebook was giving him crap over a project of his and I stood up for him. He had complained about the comment this person made to me personally so I knew it bugged him. But he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about and played it off and agreed with this friend.
I know it's a small thing, but this is just an example of 50+ little shitty things he does to me every day. He never touches me, he has no respect for me at ALL, we never have sex anymore. If something has to get done, I have to do it or it's pffft never getting done. I do about 80% of the housework, 70% of the cooking, and I have the only job. We're always broke because he will not work. I got him a job delivering papers and after 4 days he quit. He quits every job and then sits on his ass all day smoking weed...which I also pay for.
I'm running the family, I'm supporting the family, I'm managing the family, I'm calendaring for the family, I'm financially carrying the family, all the while my back is breaking and I'm starting to feel ENRAGED. I have to do all this and never eek out a sound of protest or my back is against the wall and I'm going to see some sort of violent display.
Is this what PTSD is like? Or, is my husband totally taking advantage of me? Please help me or give me some insight. I'm close to calling it quits which breaks my heart because I'm still so in love with him.
