Well the meeting with the chaplain was pretty much unfruitful. He suggested that H possibly needs PTSD treatment as well. But he won't seek it.
Visiting him at Thanksgiving only made my emotions worse. I didn't stay with him, but our boys did. I hated the untogetherness of being physically together. At the same time, I saw so many of the reasons I have to be separated from him right now. It's so painful. Wish it wasn't this way.
