He had to know every cent that was spent, and he expected me to keep receipts too. If I spent money on anything without permission a verbal attack would follow.
He would remind me often of how much it cost to feed me, and said I should eat cheaper food when I was already eating the store brand. He reminded me to cut back on everything I could think of often.
I cut my own hair, and his. I went to the food bank because he said I should be eating out of there. I felt so bad because we could afford to buy groceries, but Dom had no conscience about taking from the less fortunate. I could never tell anyone about this of course because he wanted to be Mr. Popularity in the community. The only other person that knew was his mother. He told her this to make it sound like we were destitute. Like any mom she starting sending food home with him when we would visit weekly. It was shameful.
I had to know my bank balance and be able to report it and prove it to him whenever he requested. I felt like the garbage he told me I was.
Please! Dear ones it doesn't get better it only gets worse. After being on an emotional rollercoaster
since I ended the relationship 15 days ago I came to the realization that emotional abusers are incapable of love. It was all about power, control, and manipulation for him. For a while, I considered couples counseling, but these abusers need a lot more help than that, and they will never admit that they do because they turn everything around on us, or at the very least expect us to share the blame for self-defense after one of their attacks. If I stayed or went back it just would have gotten worse to the point of him making me mentally ill. He's just not worth my sanity, and my kids deserve better!
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