My abusive ex was the funniest, kindest, loving man ever for the first two years of our relationship. He made me feel like the most important woman in the whole world, and I loved him as madly as he loved me.
Right up until the point he convinced me to move 250 miles from my friends and family for our 'dream job'.
He turned me into a nervous, quivering wreck within 6 months. The gaslighting, the undermining of my confidence, and the weight gain were just a prelude though.
For the last 2 months I lived in absolute terror, walking on eggshells, waiting for him to slap me about for some imagined slight, flirting with a customer or 'driving him to it'
I was too terrified to leave him, too ashamed to tell my parents and friends, too embarrassed after I'd made such a song and dance about how wonderful he (and our new job and the big house that came with it) was to admit that my dream life had become a living hell.
And I didn't have children.