To Deamer:
I feel for you having to live with someone who survived straight. There are certain things that trigger very severe reactions in me, and it's impossible for him to understand why I get afraid of confrontation, or even him blocking a door while talking to me. I don't like being questioned, or forced to work out an issue. I hate flourescent lights, and I will never again eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
The most imoprtant thing is freedom. No interrogation or accusations. Let him feel free to walk away if he needs to. My poor husband. He's wonderful about all of it, but it must sound like a lie to him. It's too wierd to believe.
I wish you the best.
Denisha