My parents weren't abusive exactly (they would certainly deny it) but they used to tell me how I felt. Eg if I said I was cold they'd tell me I wasn't cold. It was so insidious. If I had an idea they'd say 'no you don't want to do that'. I didn't even see it for years after I left my x. I didn't know how I ended up with him as there wasn't really any shouting or cruelty at home when I was growing up. I did know instinctively though that I had to toe the line and I knew not to inconvenience my parents by asking for anything that would be 'trouble' because it was never met with a breezy ''sure!''
It was all so insidious and and relentlessly sexist. My brother has had a totally different childhood and a couple of years ago he was praising my parents for being such good parents. I had to bite my tongue. My brother wasn't an easygoing character and a lot of the time I had to just give in and see the film he wanted or have the topping on the pizza that he chose. You name it, the pressure was always on me to give in because he fought back harder and so if I didn't capitulate instantly, all eyes were on me, blaming me for the argument.
So when I met a controlling man who viewed me through never-satisfied gimlet eyes, it felt familiar. And it got worse over time. I ended up with an abusive man because my parents were clueless about parenting, not because they were bad people.
I have a lot more awareness. BUT my parents think they were great parents and they think I'm spiky, too sensitive, hormonal, awkward, paranoid. They think they were great parents. They get angry with me if I don't collude with this view.
So I was PRIMED by my childhood to put up and shut up in a relationship.
I'm out of the abusive relationship now. Trying to have less of an emotional response (ie, hurt) to my parents' ongoing dismissal of my feelings. I mean, there in their early 70s, I know it's not their job to worry about my feelings but sometimes they do things that seem so willfully hurtful that I can't believe it. I'm in shock at the moment over something they did and they haven't acknowledged it at all except to roll their eyes at me like I'm impossible when I asked them if they'd forgotten that I asked them not to.......(the thing they did).
I bicker with my daughter but I encourage her to be brave and ask her what she thinks and what she feels and I tell her she's funny. It's hard to be a good parent but at least I don't believe I am a perfect parent.
I don't know how my parents can look at me, relentlessly single, I mean relentlessly and then congratulate themselves on the great job they did as parents, simultaneously despairing at my lack of achievements in life. I hope that doesn't sound too self-pitying. I'm happy now.