The inspiration to write this came from the recently ended “Love Letter Campaign”. I’m currently assigned to a WTU, and have basically nothing but time, so I spent part of today looking through the FOV blog. It was touching to read all of those heartfelt letters to spouses. Even though the campaign is officially over, I felt that I needed to contribute. Not as a spouse that’s a caretaker, but as the spouse with PTSD.
When I first met and got to know you, I was awe-struck. You had a way of carrying yourself that showed confidence and intelligence, and your beauty was spell binding. It took me a while to wake up to the fact that you were attracted to me, and I’ll admit that you made the first moves, but that was because I figured you were out of my league.
Now it’s ten years later, and you’re still out of my league. Your beauty has only improved over the years, and your qualities of intelligence, compassion, resilience, selflessness, and dedication have grown beyond the levels that any normal person should have. I love you for this.
You’ve moved, worried, and cried over the last eight years in support of my job and me. You’ve given so much and never asked for anything material in return. You’ve held me when I needed it, gave me space when I’ve needed it, and called me out when I’ve needed it. I love you for this.
I don’t know how you’ve held it together over that last few trying years. Your strength is amazing. You’ve been my caretaker, my counselor, my friend, and wife without fail. You never took me for granted, and didn’t leave when I shut down, or raged, or lied, or drank, or wanted to die. I love you for this.
You have done nothing but improve as a wife, a woman, and a friend, even while I was slipping into my own hole. Your support, love, conversation, affection, and stubbornness helped pull me out of that hole. Now that things are slowly getting better, I appreciate you more than I could ever express with words. The time we spend together, even when it’s doing something as simple as watching TV, is precious to me. Small things, like rubbing my back as I’m about to fall asleep remind me of why I love you.
You are my world, now and forever.