Hubby's primary care physician gave him the name of a T. He thinks it would be helpful if hubby talked to someone about "what's going on with me." That it might help hubby's stress level.

Hubby has been reluctant to mention it because he knows I would "take it the wrong way."

What a screw-up. Not bad enough that I sufer from it...it being the PTSD beast.

The one thing I didn't want to happen did. MY STUFF spilled over and tainted someone else.

So much that the one person in the world I care most about, now needs a T.