We’re 16 months passed D-Day and have made amazing strides. When things are great they are great. But the minute I get triggered or bring up any of my pain or feelings, all bets are off and we’re right back down the hole of despair. I’ve tried different ways of expressing these feelings and it seems to almost always end up the same way. His guilt seems to trump my pain. And his compassion only comes if I meet his criteria. It’s a constant two steps forward, 3 steps back.