The hard thing about emotional abuse is that there is no scar and the abuser isn’t abusive every moment of every day, and rarely around witnesses. They twist it so you think you’re wrong, that you’re not remembering details the right way, that you’re just over-emotional.
Sometimes you can’t put your finger on it, but there’s something very wrong. You second-guess everything and your sense of self is skewed. But you know, he’s such a nice man. He bought me nice presents for Christmas. He helped me out when I was broke. He’s just a damaged, limited person. If I’m better, he’ll be better. He’s like this because of me, and that’s the lie I was told my whole life.