I think something seemed to click that day. I don’t know if it was seeing me so broken or a realisation that he had things to live for but something changed.
Pete started EMDR. I was dubious, I’m very much a see it to believe it kinda person and this seemed very strange. But Pete was happy with doing it so of course I supported him fully.
Around April time he decided he wanted to get back into work, this made me and his family nervous but when Pete got an idea in his head nothing and no one could stand in his way.
Within a couple of weeks he had a job at a supermarket and was excelling. He shocked us all in his sudden get up and go attitude. He said the EMDR was really helping him and he felt good.
Whilst that was so lovely to see, it was also hard because as quick as we go up, we also fall down. It was always a worry in the back of my mind because Pete wanted bigger and better. Within two months of his job he was promoted. That still wasn’t enough.
It was June time and my brother was getting married, we had such a wonderful day and my family loved Pete so so much. I later found out that he asked both my mum and dad for my hand in marriage and had made them both cry talking about his love for me.
I only have good memories of this time, don’t get me wrong Pete still had bad days but it was a complete turn around. You wouldn’t of recognised the man who couldn’t leave the house 3 months previously to the man who was the life and soul the party.
