POST-TRAUMATIC WIFE DISORDER
The husband picked up the glasses as it seems he was directed to do and the wife continued to hammer him. Mrs. C. thought the sight was funny, I was frozen in silence.
“Did you see that?”
“Joe….Joe…are you all right?”
“Wha ah what?”
“Are you alright?”
“Oh yeah…just a little flash back. PTWD!”
“Post-traumatic Wife Disorder!”
The look on that husband’s face had taken me back to a place I have been trying to forget. Many were the times that I was that man, going along with my ex-wife, having a decent day when suddenly something would happen; I made a wrong turn, I said the wrong thing, I forgot to do something, I left something in a store, or she dropped and maybe scratched her sunglasses. In a flash it was if I was with a different woman; a woman who lost all perspective of the issue at hand. A woman whose reality was suddenly perverted and I was the perceived cause. I was to blame for a molehill which unbeknownst to me was now a mountain.
Mrs. Cranky assured me it was not my issue. The sunglasses which might be scratched and the angry lady were the stranger’s problem.
“It’s all right. You’re safe. You’ve messed up things with me for real like a hundred times and I still haven’t gotten angry with you have I?”
“Come on, let’s just go home.”
I never thought much about soldiers with Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder which used to be called “Shell-shock.” Now I understand it completely. It may not be anywhere near as serious as what soldiers experience after they leave the battlefield, but Post-Traumatic Wife Disorder can be temporarily debilitating if not treated with a caring sane woman.
Fortunately I think I am on my way to recovery…but I do have setbacks.