Warming Wine to Soak the Longing

Summary

After my husband was burned in a fire protecting me, he developed severe PTSD.

He couldn't stand to have any woman near him. He would start to suffocate, to tremble. He especially couldn't stand my touch.

One day, when he started screaming again just because I opened a door, I snapped. I slammed the door and told him I wanted a divorce.

His eyes, red from crying, pleaded with me. "Honey, I'm just sick. I'll get better. Please, just give me a little more time."

My family all called me heartle