15 years of thinking I was going mad. So many rows. Things got better, we bought a house, had 2 children, still some rows but I had PPD so put it down to that.
Last year it was awful, he finally saw the gaslighting. Hiw he twists, manipulated things thar have been said, makes up stuff that hadnt been said, makes me question reality. He went to counselling. It was amazing. We were happy. We bought our dream home. My commute has been much worse than I thought so I left my job.
This weekend he's gone straight back to how he was. After being so upset I was sick he said 'I'm the problem aren't I? I don't know what's wrong with me'.
I've never felt shitter than I do right now. Can hear him playing hide and seek with the kids in the garden, they r so happy.