I know in my case, my lover (sufferer) has taught me so much and if it were not for him, I don’t think I would have succeeded as much in life as I have for having met him. Don’t get me wrong, it’s been tough but I worked out a way of turning the anger into positives and the fear into strength. That should be the case with all aspects of life. Face it head on, get from it what you can, the moon will continue to rise and the sun will continue to shine.
“Even after ALL this time, the Sun never says to the Earth – ‘You owe me!’
With LOVE like that, you can light up the WHOLE sky!”
All in all though, he’s never raised his voice at me and never lifted a finger toward me. The toughest times have been the shut outs – though they are less and less. And the more beautiful times? When I realised that I had no control over falling in love with him, that we have a connection that borders on mental telepathy. And moreover, when I realised that I could open my heart, and still have energy for myself, protect myself not with a shield, but with understanding. I’m a tough bitch one might say, but with a heart of gold for the taking if you deserve it, that’s how I protect myself – I save on emotional fuel.
I have never been given this feeling of understanding that my lover gives me. I don’t have to say anything and he thinks it or vice versa. Every case is different, but I feel like my life is 100 times better for having known him. He’s sweet, and calm and beautiful. He’s had a shit childhood and decided a long time ago that he was a fighter. I challenge him to challenge himself. I can do that because he actually trusts me 100%. It took three years of separation to get there – Two of those with no contact. Yeah we’ve been through our ups and downs, and we’ll have more. But you know what, so does every relationship. Life is hard, you have to work at it to make it better. It’s deal or no deal, and I’m surprised that more people don’t wise up to that.
It depends were you are at. From my experience, I don’t agree that a lot of people are attracted to ill people, I really don’t. Our relationship started just as Andre suggested. We had the hots for each other, couldn’t get enough of each other, shit hit the fan, the rest is history. But that shit had everything to do with me as it did with him. And for the most part, though I would never really know, it had very little to do with the PTSD. What I’m saying is, relationships take two, both are responsible for playing their part, both are responsible for making them work, and communication is key.