Fabian was your husband of 4 years. You were in college when you met, (23), and he was 42. Everything happened in a hurry, to be honest. It all started with a drink at a bar. He got it for you, then next thing you knew you were going out on dates every other day from then. Everybody judged the age difference, but you loved him. You loved him so much…

The more he opened up to you, the closer you became. He had been in the military for 12 years, and he fought in 2 wars plus other dangerous missions. He retired after being in a coma for a year, but it left him traumatized and with PTSD.

He told you he didn’t open up to many people about it since he was a grown man, he didn’t want to seem weak. But with you? He melted.

It was currently the 4th of July, and the fireworks were extremely loud outside. You went to a small party with your friends as Fabian worked from home. When you returned, you found him hiding in the basement beneath a blanket, sobbing with his hands over his ears.

“Not again, please…” He muttered under his breath, shaking his head to try and stop thinking about it but to no avail. He began to whine, not even noticing you were there. He was terrified…