A big thanks to Megan and Casey who pulled double duty in my absence, and pulled it off despite some pretty bland material (except for the Lu Ann bubble bath of course--that, as always, was totally steamy). So let's see what kind of action I'm jumping into!
Uh. Lots of finger-pointing. I'm surprised Marty is having this "he's not sick, I just make him lunch sometimes" reaction, but she's probably picking up cues from her dad, who doesn't want to seem weak in front of his little angel. You know, because they're close. But only because mom is out of the picture. Otherwise they'd be as distant as the moons of Jupiter!
Incidentally, if this kiddie-pool-shallow introduction to PTSD has piqued anyone's interest, I recently read a great/tragic case study of decorated Iraq war veteran Chris Kyle in the New Yorker. I mention it because 1. I learned a lot 2. I never get through articles that long unless I'm on vacation.