Op, I have avoided reading the thread and your replied on purpose because I wanted to give you my view as I sit here. I will read after.
I grew up in a house where my mother was emotionally abusive to my father and, to some degree, me and my brother with occassional violence and threats to hurt herself.
I was actually, outwardly, fine. I avoided conflict and it took me a while to learn to say no to people. I was unconfident. But thought that was just me.
When my marriage broke down (exh also abusive) I fell apart. I was diagnosed with anxiety and depression then PTSD. During therapy it was discovered it went as far back into my childhood.
It's taken several years, from the realisation that I wasnt ok, to be ok. I realised that no one in my life had ever out me first. My mum put herself first so did dad to try and keep the peace.
They both believed I didnt hear the raging arguments at night. I did. I didnt hear her threatened to kick him out and kill herself and us. I did. They think i didnt hear her threaten to report him for child abuse so he would lose his job.
When we were older and she started on us dad thought it wasnt that bad she would threaten to kill herself if i didnt cancel plans with my friends, or miss college, or pay for something for her out of my part time wage. He said she didnt mean it and I should ignore her.
Up until 3 years ago, I felt I had never been loved. Not enough. Not to be a priority. Always an after thought. Life revolved around mum, dad, then exh. It has been like I am a supporting actor in everyone elses lives. Like people forgot I was a real person.
I dont speak to my parents now. I feel for my dad. I get that he is abused. But I had to put me first. If I had continued contact, I think I would have ended my life.