That is what I have been doing.
While Dragon was struggling to adjust to civilian life and the PTSD was bad, I reached over to help steer our family in the right direction. Over time I did more and more of the steering. Pretty soon all Dragon had to do was control our speed.
I don't think either one of us realize it until I stepped down for a few days. It happen slowly over two years. When I drive it takes something away from Dragon that he needs. Something that we both need.
Home should be his safe place. The place where he is in control. I am trying to let go of that steering wheel and watch him thrive again.
Hopefully DD comes back. Hopefully the Dragon I know and love is enjoying life again.
Speaking of which, I need to get dressed for Dragon to come home. The grass is cut, the yard is edged and I have had a shower and a short break. Time to make sure Dragon has a reason to smile when he walks in the door. Garter belt,stockings and another pretty dress. For some reason Dragon loves to spank my backside with the garter straps in place. Love my man.