I hate that you can be perfectly fine at 4pm when we spoke on the phone, but when I get home at 6pm you aren't even speaking to me.
I hate that you take out all your anger and frustration on the one person who is actually here in the trenches next to you.
I hate that no matter how hard I try I can never step lightly enough on your eggshells.
I hate that I have lost friends and given up contact with my family because they do not understand your behaviour.
I hate that people "raise awareness" of combat PTSD but nothing changes and your sacrifices are not acknowledged.
I hate that this Anzac Day the media storm has meant that you've been triggered every day for the last month.
I hate that such a beautiful man is so wounded inside that he feels worthless.
I hate that you are pushing me away so hard I'm scared you'll succeed.
I hate that you take out all your anger and frustration on the one person who is actually here in the trenches next to you.
I hate that no matter how hard I try I can never step lightly enough on your eggshells.
I hate that I have lost friends and given up contact with my family because they do not understand your behaviour.
I hate that people "raise awareness" of combat PTSD but nothing changes and your sacrifices are not acknowledged.
I hate that this Anzac Day the media storm has meant that you've been triggered every day for the last month.
I hate that such a beautiful man is so wounded inside that he feels worthless.
I hate that you are pushing me away so hard I'm scared you'll succeed.