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It has been about a year since I was active on this site, but wanted to share my story with those of you who are in a relationship with someone who is suffering from PTSD.
If you look at my previous post, you will see a detailed account of an incident last September where my husband and I had a fight that escalated into a weapon being drawn (I am unsure how to link that thread into this thread, but you can search my history).
Short version: husband pulled a gun and threatened to kill himself (and me) during an argument over household chores. I sought advice here and found some information very helpful, and was able to leverage the VA (Veterans Affairs) and a friend to get my husband some help.
Following that episode, we immediately went into couples counseling. I found a specialist that works extensively with PTSD/military trauma and we began to go once a week, sometimes my husband would go by himself to sort through some issues. The 2014 holidays came and went, and we had some tense moments. I became re-interested in a passion of mine (horses) and he became interested again in a hobby of his (motorcycles); and life came to a stand-still of sorts. We were drifting apart, and the violent temper was bubbling over more and more, from him. We couldn’t go a week, a few days, a day without an explosive argument that would result in the usual name calling, objects thrown and threatening of divorce (from him). In March 2015, he announced that he wanted a divorce. I dug in and tried one last time to get us “back on track”.
After 8 months of counseling and an attempt at a vacation together to work through our issues, I filed for divorce in June 2015. Unfortunately, he ultimately has become too unsafe for me to live with and is not someone I can start a family with. I do believe I gave it my 100% effort, but am not going to put myself or any potential offspring in harm’s way.
I suffered greatly with this decision for well over a year before finally making the move. The result has been; overwhelming support and compassion, and many friends/family members speaking up to me about living through this domestic abuse. I loathe to label our relationship as such, but I know that it was a did become a life-or-death situation for me twice.
I wanted to thank and update this community, who was so kind in reaching out to me and giving me many perspectives.
It has been about a year since I was active on this site, but wanted to share my story with those of you who are in a relationship with someone who is suffering from PTSD.
If you look at my previous post, you will see a detailed account of an incident last September where my husband and I had a fight that escalated into a weapon being drawn (I am unsure how to link that thread into this thread, but you can search my history).
Short version: husband pulled a gun and threatened to kill himself (and me) during an argument over household chores. I sought advice here and found some information very helpful, and was able to leverage the VA (Veterans Affairs) and a friend to get my husband some help.
Following that episode, we immediately went into couples counseling. I found a specialist that works extensively with PTSD/military trauma and we began to go once a week, sometimes my husband would go by himself to sort through some issues. The 2014 holidays came and went, and we had some tense moments. I became re-interested in a passion of mine (horses) and he became interested again in a hobby of his (motorcycles); and life came to a stand-still of sorts. We were drifting apart, and the violent temper was bubbling over more and more, from him. We couldn’t go a week, a few days, a day without an explosive argument that would result in the usual name calling, objects thrown and threatening of divorce (from him). In March 2015, he announced that he wanted a divorce. I dug in and tried one last time to get us “back on track”.
After 8 months of counseling and an attempt at a vacation together to work through our issues, I filed for divorce in June 2015. Unfortunately, he ultimately has become too unsafe for me to live with and is not someone I can start a family with. I do believe I gave it my 100% effort, but am not going to put myself or any potential offspring in harm’s way.
I suffered greatly with this decision for well over a year before finally making the move. The result has been; overwhelming support and compassion, and many friends/family members speaking up to me about living through this domestic abuse. I loathe to label our relationship as such, but I know that it was a did become a life-or-death situation for me twice.
I wanted to thank and update this community, who was so kind in reaching out to me and giving me many perspectives.