Good Days

I'm sure that anyone reading this blog who doesn't live with someone suffering through PTSD is thinking that it is always negative but it's not. We have good days and bad days. Sometimes that beast makes frequent visits and sometimes it doesn't. The good days always make the bad ones worth it.  The days where I get to have my fun, happy husband make the bad stuff disappear from my view.

Yesterday was one of those days that make me love my husband even more.  He was happy and smiling for the whole day and we got to have a great day with the family.  We were invited to a friend's family event and we had a great time.  My husband talked to people and was the life of the party.  He didn't hide in a corner and stew like he does sometimes.  The day even included 4 hours in the car with 3 kids in the back and no one yelled.  It was awesome!

I married my husband when he had already been diagnosed with the disorder.  I married him because I can't imagine my life without him, he is my best friend and my soul mate.  And yes, I know that the soul mate comment is cheesy but I'm ok with that as I believe it to be true.  When the beast isn't here, we laugh all the time and have a great life.   One good day can erase a month of bad ones for me.  He really is two different people, the beast is one, my joker husband, the other.

I would take a lifetime of the beast for a day with my husband if I had to...  Just don't expect me to admit that when the beast is making an extended visit!