My partner was diagnosed for a 3rd time in Summer 2020. She had the usual, Chemo, radiotherapy and this time herseptin. I have to say it was the most difficult time of my life for many reasons but thankfully she's back at work and much better. However I fear for our relationship. She is having counselling at work and has been referred to a specialist as it is thought she might have PTSD. At this point I need to point out that I have PTSD albeit no where near as bad as it was 5 years ago. Anyway, she has become very angry, detached from any emotion, snappy, judgemental at almost everything and everyone. She insisted 5 months ago that I sleep in the spare room. She says she doesn't want me anywhere neee "this thing" (pointing to her body). She doesn't want to hold hands when we go out, there's no cuddles on the settee and no I do not even mention sex. Infact if the subject ever comes up on tv I cringe inside. She won't talk to me and if I ever try to have a conversation if we have a small disagreement over something she shouts at me, tells me to stop snapping at her and hides away upstairs. I just leave her now because she keeps saying how she needs space away from me and everything else. The next morning she's back to normal and acts as if nothing happened. It's quite scary if I'm honest.She acts like this infront of my 12 year old son who comes at weekends. I've even suggested changing the dates he comes to see if that would help. She says it's not fair on me or him. I can't seem to find any common ground. She's just come in from work, thrown a wobbler again and gone upstairs. She's come down for her tea and gone back upstairs. I went after her and said not to worry about wanting space tomorrow because I'm asking my son out. She asked me where and I said it didn't matter where because I was giving her the space she asked for. Again it's worth pointing out that the past 3 months or so she has asked me and encouraged me to take him out over the weekends to places like the cinema so today's situation isn't out of the norm. Anyway she went off on one again shouting and cussing because I didn't tells her where we were going. As you'll all know I did everything for that lass, every operation, appointments etc, cleaned, cooked, took care of her personal needs, medication. You name it I did it and it broke me. I had a nervous breakdown one day on the way home from one of her radiotherapy sessions. Now I have battled with my conscience because the easy thing to do would be to walk away but I can't do that. Not only do I love her with all my heart I have a moral compass. I'm sorry for ranting I just hope someone can relate to our story and maybe offer some words, I don't know?
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