I'm sorry things didn't work out for you with him. Sometimes things are simply not meant to be (and sometimes PTSD isn't to blame for it).
To answer the basic question, though, in case it's of help to anybody else... I am in a 'successful' (whatever that means) relationship with a sufferer of combat PTSD. We have our moments, and our meltdowns, but overall, we're probably stronger than we've ever been - even though he's just had a relapse (though nothing like as bad as it got at its worst).
To give some background, I met him long before he was diagnosed (though he probably had PTSD the whole time). We fell in love, lived together, etc. Probably about 7 or 8 years in it started to get bad. Eventually he was diagnosed and sought help, and it got worse, (and worse, and worse), but then got better, slowly.
Anyway... what I get from him...
When he was at his worst, his company sometimes, another body in the bed, the knowledge that he still loved me enough to keep coming home to me, instead of jumping under a train on the way home.
For the rest of the time, companion, lover, best friend - everything you get from a 'normal' marriage / relationship. I think it may help that I don't tend to think of him as a 'sufferer' though. He's my hub - he just happens to have a problem that takes some effort to deal with, and some special handling some of the time.
I would say I felt a bit uncomfortable with the phrase "the ones there is no longer any hope for".
Me too, I'm afraid. Unless somebody's an out and out sociopath, I don't think there's ever any such thing as no hope for anybody. I'd also consider it to mean that there's no hope for you being with him.
Absolutely! I think I did these on instinct. Although it helped that a friend (a psychotherapist) told me that the best thing I could do for him (other than be there for him) was to treat him as normal - that normality is one of the best ways of handling things. I didn't expect too much, or take offence (much), I didn't accept any behaviour from him that I wouldn't have accepted before he was diagnosed, and I let him talk if he wanted to (despite some of it being truly terrible), but didn't push him. I tried not to 'walk on eggshells', or be frightened of him blowing up at me (though it did happen). I tried to learn what his triggers are. I tried my best to treat him just as I did before things got bad (with a bit more reassurance and a little more leeway).
Admittedly, I am lucky, we were pretty solid all along (though we've had our moments of nearly splitting up - him locking me out of the house with no shoes or money was a classic). And he genuinely wanted to get better, and has worked really, really hard.
By the way, as I have noticed it mentioned earlier in the thread - I've also given my word that I'm not going anywhere. True, we're now married, so I also made a vow to that effect, but I promised him too. To answer the why - because that's my honest and true intention (at least while i have control over it).
And, of course, most recently what I got out of it was him noticing something was up with me, and sending me to the doctor, which is how I found out that I also have PTSD (completely unrelated to his, not secondary). Not sure I'm entirely grateful over that one yet... ;)