grandparents

‘It’s 3 a.m. and you’d like a cookie? OKAY!’ It’s funny how my once-strict mother turned into the good witch from the Wizard of Oz, her tutu lined with snacks, the second her children were grown.

“I hear being a grandparent is the height of bliss. You get all of the benefits of enjoying children. You can spoil them rotten, discipline them rarely or not at all, and send them home to their parents as soon as you’re sick of watching Moana for the 82nd time this week. What’s not to love?”

‘He’d hit me in his sleep, blackout while driving on the highway and scream. ‘If you don’t get help, I’ll take our baby and leave.’: Woman’s husband suffers from PTSD, traumatic brain injury post-military, ‘never gives up’ on their love

“After the military, he slowed down to a ‘desk’ job. His brain would wander and he’d start having flashbacks. He was trying to find his place in the world, but couldn’t. What they don’t tell you about being the wife of someone with PTSD is that it’s like losing the person you fell in love with, and not being able to mourn. That person is gone. The mistake I made so much in the beginning was trying to force him to be who he was instead of just loving who he is.”

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