Sarah_1990
Bronze Member
As most of you know, I was with a Marine veteran diagnosed with PTSD for about a year and a half. Throughout the time since our breakup, he has said hurtful things, things that concern me, things I am almost positive were just words to push me away. I have done research after research and listened to first hand accounts, joined forums and websites, etc. I have been on top of this for quite some time.
But here is the worst realization I have ever realized...
No matter how much research I do, or how much time and effort I take to support him, he is not coming back. He has numbed any feeling for me, and truly believes he is doing what is best for me. I wish he could see that this is probably the worst thing for me he could have done. Because at the end of the day, I KNOW this is a part of who he is and I embrace it as if it were another limb on his body. Why? Because I love him more than anyone could possibly understand.
I am so TIRED of people telling me to move on and to get over it. Not nearly as extreme, but like a traumatic event experienced by many of you fine people, how annoyed did it make you when someone would tell you to just get over it? That it was in the past and to leave it there. If only those people understood how important this was to me, then maybe they would not be as heartless.
I have been living my life as best as I can, despite the heartbreak rocking my soul. But something tells me to keep fighting for this one. That maybe he truly does want love and affection, but feels he cannot offer it. I have stopped talking to him completely for right now, so he can get as much space as needed. He will contact me when he is ready. But I made sure my parting words were that I am always here for him and that he is always in my thoughts.
There is nothing else I can do.
Much like the Marine Corps slogan that he lives by everyday, I am that way to him. Semper Fidelis - Always faithful.
But here is the worst realization I have ever realized...
No matter how much research I do, or how much time and effort I take to support him, he is not coming back. He has numbed any feeling for me, and truly believes he is doing what is best for me. I wish he could see that this is probably the worst thing for me he could have done. Because at the end of the day, I KNOW this is a part of who he is and I embrace it as if it were another limb on his body. Why? Because I love him more than anyone could possibly understand.
I am so TIRED of people telling me to move on and to get over it. Not nearly as extreme, but like a traumatic event experienced by many of you fine people, how annoyed did it make you when someone would tell you to just get over it? That it was in the past and to leave it there. If only those people understood how important this was to me, then maybe they would not be as heartless.
I have been living my life as best as I can, despite the heartbreak rocking my soul. But something tells me to keep fighting for this one. That maybe he truly does want love and affection, but feels he cannot offer it. I have stopped talking to him completely for right now, so he can get as much space as needed. He will contact me when he is ready. But I made sure my parting words were that I am always here for him and that he is always in my thoughts.
There is nothing else I can do.
Much like the Marine Corps slogan that he lives by everyday, I am that way to him. Semper Fidelis - Always faithful.