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I was getting ready to post a 12-month update post DDay that was going to be pretty optimistic. We went away for the Labor Day weekend as my wife did not want to be at our house as that is where DDay happened. We had a great weekend including three pretty big hikes and both of us seemed to be doing reasonably well.

We were coming home Monday (Labor Day and DDay Anniversary) and I had difficulty sleeping Sunday night with anxiety. The day started okay with a great hike where we talked about the last year and all of the work we have both been doing. We had a great lunch and started for home. Something seemed to be a little off once we got home and in retrospect I should have been more proactive. My wife had previously said she did not want the day to be focused on it being the anniversary of DDay so I was a bit cautious about forcing the issue. I went to the gym that night and could definitely tell we were not in a good place when I got home and showered.

We got into bed and I held her to tell her how grateful I am that she has been willing to reconcile and how much I loved her. She seemed to feel the full set of emotions that she felt 12 months ago and the next couple hours were almost an exact replay of DDay. I have not seen her cry that much at any point since last DDay and she said she was experiencing it all over again. I stayed as present as I could, but told her I was also feeling an overwhelming sense of the same feelings I had that day (shame, guilt, sadness / grief, remorse, etc.). I could not help but feel like we were back at square one despite all of the work we have both done. Every response I had seemed so inadequate compared to what she was experiencing. She told me her heart was shattered and it really broke me.

We both were pretty exhausted (physically, mentally, and emotionally) by the end of the discussion. Things are better today and I have checked in several times to see how she is doing, but I am not sure I am okay. I am still reeling from last night. I knew the day had potential to be really shitty, but definitely surpassed expectations for how shitty it could be. I am hoping to post a more optimistic assessment of the last 12 months, but definitely feeling like I am in the space to do that right now.

Wondering how others would have handled this.

I definitely wasn’t healed up much at 12-months — I don’t know that I felt better or generally more positive until year three.

And my wife had the patience I needed, and she gave me the room to have that kind of bad day you’re talking about.

The work continued anyway, we both wanted to hang in there, but there were several days just like you described.

Sleep deprivation adds up, and emotions get to be pretty raw across the board.

For our situation, my wife certainly felt like there was never enough she could do, yet, she kept trying.

Those moments, the tough ones, may be a chance to build on.

From this side of the fence, part of that first 12-24 months is pure grief, the loss of what we thought our world was, versus what it is.

Once I mourned what was, I was able to focus on what could be, and the work we were doing in the now.