Yes,I do love him,very much.

I feel...so disappointed.This is not how it was supposed to be.I don't like having to be the strong one now,I don't like having to help him deal with his symptoms.I made so much progress in therapy and I am now able to do so much more than I was ever able to.I felt like I had a new lease on life,I could finally just start living life,enjoying life,and bam....he got PTSD too.

Does that sound horrible?Cause it sure feels horrible to say it.