One of the hardest parts is the isolation.
I thought it was bad after I had my son. I was wrong.
After you started your campaign, the feeling of isolation started to set in.
It took awhile for me to catch on. The feeling had disappeared after we moved in, but started creeping back in once you started to set your plan in motion
Now, it’s hit full throttle
I’ve told my story. I have some sympathy.
I’ve made it known where things stand as a result of your abuse. People are sympathetic. They’re trying to be understanding. But perceptions are getting in the way. Their perceptions aren’t lining up with my reality. It’s lead to isolation.
It’s gotten hard to explain the effects of your abuse. But you knew that would happen. You made sure of it.
The isolation is one of the hardest aspects of this scenario.
I refuse to submit
You can play your games.
You can keep using your ‘dog whistle’
You can keep employing your flying monkeys
You can keep using your family as pawns in your sick and twisted game
You can keep making the isolation worse
You’ll still be wrong