Not much. But then again he does not want to know. He still believes the Army hype that one day I will wake up (hmmm.... that implies I am sleeping in the first place) and I will magically be fine. When I have tried to talk about it - he has more important things to do and real problems to worry about. Personally I think he just does not want to hear it. He has been very supportive in some ways. Hell... for the last two years I have slept on the couch. Not because of marriage problems but because he moves a lot in his sleep.. He startles me awake and I do not know when or where I am. At least on the couch, my back is protected and for some reason I feel safer and can get a little more sleep. As I told him over a year ago... we have two empty beds in this house and I sleep on a couch.
My daughters swear that nothing has changed. But then over the fourth - they look at me with pity as I was shaking in fear.
My son has talked to me more about his feelings on this new reality but it basically is he doesn't want to know because he is worried that one day it will be him. He has always wanted to join.
So where does that leave me - drinking each night to numb the shakiness caused by working, hoping to get to sleep before 3 or 4 am....struggling to cope with being forced to be an introvert and desparately afraid if they know the things I have been through or have done, I will no longer have a family.
So I go through the motions and pretend to be human every day while feeling more and more left out. Sometimes it feels as though I died the day I went on my first deployment and I am a ghost just watching but never being a part of it.
My daughters swear that nothing has changed. But then over the fourth - they look at me with pity as I was shaking in fear.
My son has talked to me more about his feelings on this new reality but it basically is he doesn't want to know because he is worried that one day it will be him. He has always wanted to join.
So where does that leave me - drinking each night to numb the shakiness caused by working, hoping to get to sleep before 3 or 4 am....struggling to cope with being forced to be an introvert and desparately afraid if they know the things I have been through or have done, I will no longer have a family.
So I go through the motions and pretend to be human every day while feeling more and more left out. Sometimes it feels as though I died the day I went on my first deployment and I am a ghost just watching but never being a part of it.