Quinn and Noah Puckerman, seem to have been living life to a certain extent of bliss, Roughly two months her loving husband, and father of her child returned home safely from his tour with full honors. Each moment, Quinn is beyond grateful, that he made it home safely, back to there little small town paradise. Especially, when in war, not everyone gets to come home. It isn't without its sacrifice, and bad moments. Lately she fears that Noah may be hiding his emotions to what really happened while he was serving, as she notices the little signs of him suffering from ptsd, recuring nighmares, as he wakes up in a pool of his own sweat, and he goes to sit in the living room, instead of talking to me.
QUINN'S POV
It began with having trouble sleeping, and often times sensitivity to loud noises, resulting in anxiety and him panicking. I have tried to convince him to get help, and he willingly agreed. Its the system, its so slow, often times unhelpful. It fills me with rage, that they will let great people like my husband serve, but once there home "Thank you for your service, have fun reintigrating into life, We will get back to you as soon as we can"! It frustrates me and I can't even begin to understand how he feels, but to see him having trouble bonding again with his daugher, going in public as loud noises make him grimace as he sweats and grips his nails into his palms and it leaves crescent moon scars into his skin. All I want is for him to get the help he needs, the help he deserves.
Today, I take Beth to Rachel's house as Finn and Puck both found a support group for Veterans hosted by a local church, with some volunteer counselors. It's a start and it seems like a step in the right direction. As far as getting some sort of help, until me and Rachel can get through to the V.A for help for our husbands. Here is to hoping
I grab some pizzas, one cheese and one pepperoni for myself and Beth and also Rachel and Melanie. All us of equally going through a rough patch in life.
I grab the pizzas and enter the house, Rachel knew I was coming and left the door unlocked for me. Walking in with both pizzas and Beth behind
"Do me a favor Bethie Baby" I call out " Please lock the door behind us please"
"Yes mommy" she says as she begins to turn the deadboly, hearing it lock in place after
Rachel hearing the dead bolt engage calls out
"Were in the living room, come join us lovelies" she speaks a lil loud
As I make my way around, I place beth's toy bag on the living room floor near the T.V, I hand her some pizza real quick as the rest of us, me, Rachel, and Melanie sit on the couches. It was a little bit of akward silence, as both of our men, are suffering mentally and we as married women don't know how to best help them, and then Melanie who is like family, is not ready to lose the only family she has known. None of us can begin to understand to cope and melanie has it worse, and we are here to all talk, but mainly be here for her the most. I break the silence
"So ladies, I know why we are all here, we are all having a momemntary issues, small or large in life and we need someone to hear us or for us to give a lending ear" I blurt out.
They all remain silent, so I begin again
"Okay, I guess I will start. Lately Noah has been distant, and I don't blame him in the slightest. I can't even begin to fathom what he has seen or what nightmare plagues him and causes him to wake up every night like clockwork. Drenched in sweat as my own husband walks into the livingroom as he turns to look at me to make sure he didnt wake me, before going to be alone. I just want him to wake me, talk to me, to be comfortable confiding with me, wake me and say I need help, or just let me hold me" I begin to cry " I feel so selfish right now, he is the one in pain, the one suffering and here I am crying, wishing, he would talk to me, Like it is hurting me. All I want is for the same look in the man I marries, happinness and joy as he walks in the front door after a long day away, or returing from his deployment and seeing the joy on that little girls face as she runs to her daddy and I am so glad that he is getting help but how does that help me. When I fear that he will not get better, or Beth beginning to notice, or feeling like our marriage may not survive. Does that make me selfish?" I wipe my tears away, as I finish speaking
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We Are Endgame
RandomThis is the sequel to my book "Here's to Us" The third book in this series. Tina is close to her due date. Sam and Brenda Help the glee club Win nationals. Mike and Tina go on a date. Colton, is settling in nicely with his new daddies. Rachel had m...
