The Dude is not responsible for meeting my needs. I am responsible for that. Really truly, what more do we want from anyone than their heart and soul? I value honesty, he gives me honesty. I value humour, he gives me humour. I value a good ear, he gives me his, and I give him mine. I value his mind, he values mine. I know this sounds all Pollyana-ish. You see, to me, when someone offers their heart and their word, they have given the very essence of themselves. That is what I need. On the more superficial level, he understands the nature of my job which involves travel. He sees my mission work as part of my job, not just as some frivolous thing I do on the side. He is not threatened by my friendships, or my life as I continue to live it. We are thankful for each other's place in our lives.
That doesn't mean it is all roses and fluff. Communication is an issue and one which we have both worked very hard at overcoming. It is still not perfect, but if I were to graph it, it would look like it has improved almost 100 %. That is because he values my needs.He is also blessed with a bit of a short fuse. Always verbal, never violent, not directed at me. But enough where he could get himself into trouble. He is starting anger management this weekend, and he has described to me, unsolicited, his hopes and goals. For the here and now, I have seen a major improvement and lengthening of that fuse in the past without the course. It can only get better.
I have been sick, tired, broken and am very human indeed. I am not superwoman. I have no illusions that there will be no bumps in our road. My best weapon was coming to these forums. Coupled with age. I have learned to pick my battles with him, I will tell him I need to think a response over if we are having a disagreement because I want to say things to him in a positive manner, if possible. I used to blow up as well, and I am sure that my personal dynamite is still in there somewhere. I am reserving this as much as possible, and I know it will come out sooner or later as a human reaction. When he is overwhelmed and his fuse is gone, it makes no sense whatsoever to add more fuel to the fire. I don't know if anyone can understand this, but I can see his soul.
If I need more support than he is able to give, I have a wonderful support system of my own, my daughter and her family, my brother and his family, my 3 best friends from high school, as well as a cast of many beyond. I keep my life as I have built it up prior to meeting him, and he does not expect me to compromise any of my own hopes and dreams for him. And I am happy to have him along for the ride. And support him in attaining his own dreams as well.
And there are no guarantees. I was married 21 years before throwing in that towel. But ain't love so grand that the two of us decided to give it a shot regardless of the warts. His PTSD is a small fraction of who he is.