Kazzy,

I just moved back in with my wife of ten years after a self-imposed exile of 3 weeks as I struggled through the early phases of PTSD therapy. I was angry, ashamed, suspicious, defensive, lost...and intellectually I knew I just was not myself, but could not overcome the desire to be alone, isolated, "safe", but that was not sustainable. I do not know whether your BF is in a similar boat, but I contacted my wife very little during that time. It did not mean my feelings for her had disappeared, just that they were overwhelmed by the PTSD for a while. We are now working very slowly and carefully on how to live together. I write this post from the guest room, where I have been sleeping so far...by my choice. I still need a "safe" place for now...