My husband of 29 years left me 3 weeks ago to go live closer to his "family" in Michigan. He was diagnosed with PTSD about 7 years ago, but I probably should have recognized it sooner: He was moody and withdrawn, and finally, he was mean. He would laugh at me with a laugh that cut right through me. In the mornings, I would lie in bed and wait to see how many outbursts he would have by the time he reached the bathroom. That would pretty much tell me what my day would be like. It got to where he would sleep most of the day, then go to bed very early. I moved to the sofa to get away of the constant anger.
It looks like he was planning this for awhile and I feel stupid for not seeing it coming. He had opened a bank account and was shopping online for real estate! His mother died in June. He had just visited her in May for a week. Then in August, he went back for a memorial and stayed 8 days. I think all of this triggered something in him. It feels like he just gave up on everything.
I still love him and wish I hadn't shut down. I wish I had done more to help him. I wish I could have broken through. I would still like to try, but now he is 2000 miles away. When he walked out, he took half of my life with him, and he took half of me. I am at a total loss.
It looks like he was planning this for awhile and I feel stupid for not seeing it coming. He had opened a bank account and was shopping online for real estate! His mother died in June. He had just visited her in May for a week. Then in August, he went back for a memorial and stayed 8 days. I think all of this triggered something in him. It feels like he just gave up on everything.
I still love him and wish I hadn't shut down. I wish I had done more to help him. I wish I could have broken through. I would still like to try, but now he is 2000 miles away. When he walked out, he took half of my life with him, and he took half of me. I am at a total loss.