Annie, bloody good point!
That was the hardest thing for me to really GET. When he went, the day I took him to the airport and he tried everything he could to play with my mind, to get me back on side and under his spell, I realised just how mad he was.
Right there and then I realised that all those years of begging him just to be nice, not for him to stop being cruel and abusive as was my right, was all a monumental waste of time. He is NOT a normal rational person. He never was, never will be. Only when you are 'out' do you realise that NORMAL people don't treat others the way these men treat us.
Every time I came back to the UK for a holiday, towards the end of me coming back, he'd be nice, he'd listen, talk, be concerned. It was all a ploy to reel me back in, to keep me near. I'd fall for it every time, go back full of hope, I'd even say, Please, don;t let my life go back to how it was, it's soul-destroying... Without fail that flicker of hope was extinguished every time in the 3hrs drive from the Airport.
Sounds tragic, and I suppose it was, but there are moments you laugh at yourself too. Like the last time I went back, I was so reluctant to return to my non-life, I could barely speak to a soul. Flight was called, There was a Bailey's promo stand, and a girl with a tray.
I practically pounced on the tray, swallowed down the beige nectar as she said It's our new Peppermint variety. I'm sure very nice, but not what I was expecting.
My motto since then? Beware the Free Stuff!
My VFT will be forever named Annie... ;-) I adore your posts!