The other day we were discussing that I really do have PTSD and she admitted she has it, too.

We were talking about the triggers, and she said that I must have been triggered by my dog getting killed by my school bus and how we left our cats behind when we left our house, and the eerie way the cat's son returned, now ferrel, at that moment as if to say goodbye to my father who was the only one he let pet him, right before my father died.

I told her that those things really didn't traumatize me over all this time, but how she bought me that cute black outfit and made me feel all excited about getting it, only to realize while wearing it at my father's funeral, that she had bought it for me for that purpose, and how she didn't even tell me my father was dying!

She said that she thought that was for the best and she'd do it exactly the same again!