Because of the PTSD, I went through two divorces.

I got off the bus from my second deployment,

saw my wife from about 75 yards away.

We looked at each other, did a head nod, put our eyes down

and slowly started walking towards each other.

We knew something was different.

It wasn't the run up to each other and jump

on each other and hug each other.

It was, oh crap, something is different,

you could tell in the eyes.

We struggled and we ended up having to get a divorce.

We got a divorce 'cause she didn't think I'd ever

get better.

I wouldn't return back to that person who I was.

I wasn't the same person that she married.

I was revengeful, I was being spiteful and I wanted

to get married again, so I did.

I did get better.

I got my service animal.

I was more social and it created a problem

because I was still changing.

I was still dealing with reintegrating into society.

I shouldn't have gotten married,

but I did because I thought that's what I needed,

I needed something to hold on to.

Ended up getting a divorce from her as well so because

of the PTSD I went through two divorces.