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The point that my husband went to the VA to get help
to be diagnosed with PTSD was, we were arguing
non-stop over the littlest, stupidest things,
and they would blow up to almost that you want to
throw something across the room to try to end it.
Or I physically left for a weekend.
Packed up my stuff, packed up my son's stuff,
and said, "I'm done, I can't deal with this."
And then as I'm walking out the door, I'm realizing,
"If I leave, there's no one that's going to understand."
There's no one going to understand where he's been,
what he was before, and have that,
that want for him to get back to where he was
before he went over there.
And give him that 110 percent and not say,
you know, "I want to leave," and give up.
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