Who ever thought Dragon getting help for ptsd would affect me so dramatically? We are talking constantly. Digging up old wounds that come back to haunt both of us. Lives we should have been able to save. What ifs and whys. The triggers for me have always been there but now, they are stronger than ever.
Watching a movie. Putting together a puzzle. A news story. Him getting help is like poking a sick at a mad bear for both of us. He turns on the charm, gets cocky and arrogant. Over compensates. I get ill tempered and super sensitive to the little irritants of life.
We are both restless at night. Dragging and tired during the day. It is good that he is getting help finally but wow. I didn't realize it would help me too. It has to get worse before it gets better. That is what we were told. One step at a time.