It's only when you have as break from whoever is controlling you, and you learn to admit that not everything they do is nice.
Being on here too makes you think, you see behaviour, phrases, treatment like you go through, sometimes even less extreme and the resultant chorus of He's an abusive controlling arse' is deafening.
Then you think, you start to feel a little stronger, a little more indignant in a tiny, below the radar area. Then that seed of indignation grows as the fog of control lifts.
Bit by bit, you get there. The last leap is the physical one. The one that takes you out of where you are being made to feel rubbish, worthless and old.
Unless we are in extreme and immediate physical danger, getting out can be pushed down our priorities. When it's like this, we have to set our minds free first.
I don't think I could have done this, could have let him go back, could have stood up for myself had it not been for MN. Advice, support, ranting and a bloody good laugh/swear/cry make llife so much better. The messages of love and support I have had since XH left were just astonishing, I felt utterly blessed, and eternally grateful.
Have you all seen the thread about the OP daring to get her hair cut the way she wants to? chilling. Makes my stomach turn over.
You can't live like that. Every time I wavered, I reminded myself that I'd never go on holiday with him, he'd never want to take me out, he'd sit and sulk every birthday my one and only son has, because he literally can't bear anyone around him being happy. He'd try to sabotage any decent friendships I make, he'd refuse to entertain them, associate with them or support the friendship. A lifetime of having to remind him to take DS out to get me something for MY birthday, and him not doing it.
Since he left, I found the Venus Fly trap I bought 2 years ago, destroyed. He did it, because I had said that even as a young girl I always wanted one.
It's the silly things like my plant that keep me strong. Funnily enough, it's destruction was probably the saddest thing he's done, because it is so petty.
Like giving up smoking, you have to find your own crowbar to lever you out of this. The one thing to hang onto to keep you focussed.
Putting the pieces back together afterwards? This is where I am, and this is my next journey. I'm so glad I have MN to lean on.