I'd be distant...

I just wanted to be by myself,

I just wanted to

try and cope the best way I could.

And then it comes back again that if

I got close to someone,

not knowing that

I was destroying it

'cause the PTSD would come and, I mean,

we'd be in bed at night, and I'd be thrashing around

and she wouldn't get a good night's sleep.

And I'd be distant, I wouldn't talk.

She'd ask me a question and,

don't worry about it, I'm fine.

Or I'd go off into another room by myself,

I'd shut the door.

Or we'd make plans to go someplace and

I'd take off and I wouldn't be around

to participate in it, or to go someplace with them.

So that, you know, it just, it was a big,

a big let-down for everyone.