Happy Mother's Day!
A little late is better than never.
Happy Mother's Day!!
Since I had a fairly good day, I wanted to wish all of you who read my blog a wonderful day too, even though it's almost over. I didn't get anything special today in the way of physical presents, but what I did get made my day. Sweetie's car caught fire today and he was late for work, forgot his cell phone, and had an all around shitty day. I was at mom's and she doesn't answer calls that don't give a caller id name, so his collect calls went unanswered for more than half an hour. I finally answered after 4 "unknown name, unknown number" calls came through. It was Sweetie, and he told me of the pyrotechnics that had taken place and about his forgotten cell phone. The poor thing, he was 6 blocks from work, but couldn't leave his car for fear of it being towed. And because he has about a grand worth of electronics in it that would have been promptly stolen if left unattended.
So, that all sounds awful huh? Well, the present I'm referring to was the way Sweetie handled it all. Now, under normal circumstances, he probably would have unloaded his 40 caliber Glock into that POS car, reloaded and shot it up some more. However, since the doubling of his meds for PTSD, he remained calm. Atleast calm for him. He wasn't angry that I didn't answer the phone right away, he wasn't screaming about the car, and when things worked out and he got the car home, and I got here later, he was sweet and let me take a short nap. He never once got cranky with me. I know that may seem very odd for some of you thinking it wasn't my fault to begin with, but living with PTSD isn't easy. Read up on it, and the symptoms will help you understand my joy in his control today. I love that man. I've always loved him, but today, I realized for the billionth time, why I love him. Because he is exceptional, and he overcomes the most horrid experiences and is still able to love me back. Love and affection don't come easily for someone with PTSD, so I am greatful for everyday we have together that he remains on the sane side of the line. I know someday he'll be better than today, but the glimpse of normal I saw in him today was wonderful. Thank goodness for therapists and good medication management.
Anyway, I hope you all spent a great day with loved ones. Happy Mommy Day, friends.
Happy Mother's Day!!
Since I had a fairly good day, I wanted to wish all of you who read my blog a wonderful day too, even though it's almost over. I didn't get anything special today in the way of physical presents, but what I did get made my day. Sweetie's car caught fire today and he was late for work, forgot his cell phone, and had an all around shitty day. I was at mom's and she doesn't answer calls that don't give a caller id name, so his collect calls went unanswered for more than half an hour. I finally answered after 4 "unknown name, unknown number" calls came through. It was Sweetie, and he told me of the pyrotechnics that had taken place and about his forgotten cell phone. The poor thing, he was 6 blocks from work, but couldn't leave his car for fear of it being towed. And because he has about a grand worth of electronics in it that would have been promptly stolen if left unattended.
So, that all sounds awful huh? Well, the present I'm referring to was the way Sweetie handled it all. Now, under normal circumstances, he probably would have unloaded his 40 caliber Glock into that POS car, reloaded and shot it up some more. However, since the doubling of his meds for PTSD, he remained calm. Atleast calm for him. He wasn't angry that I didn't answer the phone right away, he wasn't screaming about the car, and when things worked out and he got the car home, and I got here later, he was sweet and let me take a short nap. He never once got cranky with me. I know that may seem very odd for some of you thinking it wasn't my fault to begin with, but living with PTSD isn't easy. Read up on it, and the symptoms will help you understand my joy in his control today. I love that man. I've always loved him, but today, I realized for the billionth time, why I love him. Because he is exceptional, and he overcomes the most horrid experiences and is still able to love me back. Love and affection don't come easily for someone with PTSD, so I am greatful for everyday we have together that he remains on the sane side of the line. I know someday he'll be better than today, but the glimpse of normal I saw in him today was wonderful. Thank goodness for therapists and good medication management.
Anyway, I hope you all spent a great day with loved ones. Happy Mommy Day, friends.
posted by Renee @ 8:52 PM
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