Nothing like waiting two years...

So the way that I've run this blog makes absolutely no sense. Then again, I don't make sense...

Which brings me to why I'm finally updating my blog.

The last time I wrote, I was sending my love off to war. I was saying goodbye to the only man that I've ever loved. And he came back, in one piece. Mostly.

He came home with PTSD. Yes, it's common and that doesn't make it any easier to deal with. He came home angry and scared and closed off and DIFFERENT. And I'm different.

It's been a year and a half since he came home, and things have not been the same. We're not the same couple we used to be. We're not the same people we used to be.

We've both started grad school, I'll officially be an MA MFT (Marriage and Family Therapist) soon. I see clients, and I specialize in military couples and trauma/PTSD. So why can't I get my own stuff together? Why is my relationship falling apart?

Please don't get me wrong.
I love him, and I will always love him. I'm calling a therapist for us to start seeing tomorrow, because I can't handle this.

I just don't know anymore...