You just have to be patient.

I ask constantly, "Are you OK?"

And even when he says he is, I know better.

I know when he's not.

I know when he hasn't taken his medication.

And I just reconfirm all the time,

"You know, no one will ever love you the way I love you.

No one will ever put up with the same shit

that I will put up with and what I've gone through with you.

So, you know, be nice."

It's just like playing with little kids.

You have to be nice.

There's a give and take, but with PTSD,

there's more triggers and more takes than there is gives.

And you just have to be patient.