Venting. When you live in a town with the only "friends" you know have become those "friends" who judge how you handle your life with your spouse's PTSD, it sucks. When they decide because they went to school for mental health, they "know" that you're walking through the fire wrong. When they say the lines we've all heard "Just tell him to get over it." When you try to explain to them "We've made big strides - he can get out of the house now. He has a full time civilian job now. He can drive himself to work now - a whole mile in traffic by himself." ... and they say "Um, and? I do that every day." That moment you have no one else in this town to get a night out with and the tension is always there because they don't get why you stay with your spouse, why they just can't move on. It happened a long time ago, tell them to get over it." They do everything but say it. THOSE moments you can't talk to anyone about all this because even therapist you see say what you already know - "Those aren't real friends to you if they don't support you. They can not understand it but to judge you as you walk through the fire, is not who you need." I know ... but as they go through denial with their husbands having buried PTSD, you can't wait to leave this town and go home with your friends to surround your little family with true love, true faith and true friendship. *sigh*