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Where to start???
By confidence
7/23/2011 10:17:34 AM
So... after experiencing all the aftermath feelings, how does one "give this to the Lord" fully? I mean, I know the obvious. Every time I'm mad at my husband for his addiction, I need to pray that I get over being mad and forgive him for his addiction and the behaviors that go with it.

Thing is, I am not sure how to go about dealing with all the PTSD aftermath...

I guess what I'm saying, is how do I deal with the PTSD stuff w/o hurting him and "making" him feel guilty or shame? Do I hide and internalize those feelings and give them to the Lord? Do I share them lovingly with my husband? Do I just share them with a therapist (still getting that set up)?

When feelings of insecurity with my husband are hard to "fight," and say, I don't want to have sex, or be around him at the time, do I explain why? Or do I tell him I just feel sick (as technically, I am psychologically sick)?

If I should explain why, what do I do w/ the aftermath of him feeling guilty?
If I technically mislead/lie to him, what do I do with the personal aftermath?

Comments:

Say all that you need to say    
"Feel all that you need to feel. Do not stuff your feelings. Tell ohm this is what you have to do to heal. He is going yo have to man up. This was not your choice. If you stuff your emotions and feelings they fester like an infected sore. Remember feelings ate not facts."
posted at 09:31:31 on July 26, 2011 by Hero


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