In her more lucid moments when she realises she can take no more of the insane jealously, the paranoia, the control of her behaviour and personal freedoms, the manipulation, the sulking, the blaming and the passive/agreesive behaviour and she's feeling strong enough to break free from him, my sister thinks it was bad luck she ever met her freak.
Then, when her resolve starts to crumble she feels weak and weepy and starts casting around for her rose-coloured specs through which to view him and their relationship together. He starts bombarding her with soppy emails and texts and starts to ring late at night, crying and bleating, a broken man full of apologies, lies and promises that he'll change and be the man she wants him to be. Suddenly, she starts to defend him again, he is the best thing since sliced bread again, the only man who can make her happy and with whom she can be truly happy, her soul-mate whom she "wants to fix". He becomes the victim who blames everyone else for his problems and who she, in turn, cannot blame for anything.
The button-pushing starts in earnest and she starts to swallow every line again. The brainwashing begins again and the cycle begins all over again. He's allowed back in "to prove himself" - until as has happened many times before it's proved he can't change and he's out again.
It's also bad luck for the family of the woman who have to sit on the sidelines watching all the shit occuring. The family who are powerless to do anything to protect the poor defenceless kids who are stuck in the middle of this unhealthy, destructive relationship (and who incidentially are not this freak's own children).
These destructive, toxic relationships are like a pebble being thrown into a pond. The ripples reach out and taint and affect everyone around it. They kill love and respect and trust far outside of the four walls they are being conducted in.
It's never just the women in them who are affected by these poisonous relationships. Other people are in these relationships too and they suffer enormously.
Unfortunately, I know all too well and despite the fact that I have tried all I can to help, there is not one thing I can do about it. The destructive cycle is seemingly never ending and in the middle of it all are children trying to grow up.