
I met my husband after his injury, I didn’t realize the
extent of his invisible injuries. I was young, 18, and had issues of my own. I
saw him throw chairs, put holes in the walls, take prescription pills, and stay
drunk 24/7. But something was tugging at my heart strings to stay. I can’t
explain it. He didn’t really have anyone, his family was in Michigan and not
one of them came to visit him. He was alone, so I was all he had. A year after
we met he asked me to marry him. I said “yes”. We moved to North Carolina and
bought a house. We’ve been together now for 12 years, long years it seems, and
have had 4 children together. In the beginning of our married life, there were
holes in the walls after or during a fight, there was self-defense, and police
called. I’m pretty sure the vacuum got thrown once. The neighbors referred to
us as “the couple who fights a lot”, They were right. Things I thought were
silly things would set him off. Things like losing a match on some war game
he’s playing, not having the specific pair of socks
or pants he wanted to wear, not knowing where his car keys were. Things that you and I would just deal with or figure out would cause anger, anxiety and rage for him.
In early 2008 I had gotten pregnant with our first baby, I
lost that baby in a miscarriage. I didn’t know how to tell him. Would he be mad
at me? Would he put a hole in a wall? What would happen? He came home while I
was on the phone with the nurse from my OB’s office, tears running down my
face, and that moment he knew what had happened. He sat down next to me and
cried with me, I was relieved. But then the PTSD kicked in and he left me to go
play a war game and was more frustrated with the game than usual. Three months
later I became pregnant again and in April I gave birth to a beautiful baby
boy, Bennett. Life was great for a moment.

Finally, something clicked with my husband. Although he
still struggles with all the wounds of an invisible injury, and slips up a time
or so. He saw what his actions and reactions have hurt our Bennett. By the time
our second child was old enough to understand or be affected by the actions of
my husband, things had gotten extremely better. We had a few rounds of couple’s
therapy, we tried a few new systems that seemed to work, and by our third child
we had a system that helped with cooling down from built up anxiety and anger. And
before we had our fourth child we found a loving and beautiful church family,
who took as we were, by the Grace of the God we believe in because 3 almost 4
boys at the time is a handful! He was baptized, and is now the director of the
sound board during service and special events. We both have found our faults,
and are working on them through prayer and our church family, and our fourth
baby will only know the man his father is trying to be, and not the man he was.
Brings tears to my eyes. Ive seen soo much being there at Walter Reed. Being there and hanging out with Donald and all my other brothers and sisters in pain, was a lot to handle. Finding you two there, was a light from soo much hurt. I'm very happy to hear you both were able to overcome this. Wish we were neighbors. It's been too long since I last seen you both! Love ya guys and I may be in florida now, but if you need me, I'm there for you guys
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