I thought I was his good girl. I thought I was the one who would finally earn his love. I thought I was doing the right things.
Tonight I have been informed that by my own statements that I was his slave.
Re-reading my words (not verbatim): I had to ask for money to buy personal items. I was allowed to use the pc when all my chores were done. I was told the food was good only when he liked it [it went flying once]... ...(I had to make other meals just because the one I made wasn't the one he wanted or liked after I had already made one meal).
Thinking about it, I cooked every meal every night, cleaned the house and outside, took out the trash, brought in the money and turned it over to him, made his coffee, put his food on his plate and fixed his drinks, got out his clothes, folded his socks so that there was a right and left sock in each pair, and other things that I'm sure I've missed or don't see yet.
The more I think about what has been pointed out, the sicker and emptier I'm feeling inside.
I don't know how someone else can see what I was going through was worse than I did, and I'm the one who lived it!!! WHY DIDN'T I SEE IT???????
Why did he do that to me? What did I do so wrong? What made him hate me so much???
Thank you James for showing me what I didn't see.
