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Every time I felt that I knew, and dared a question I was told to 'drop it!' or given reassurance that felt empty (because I was being lied to.) The small details that pointed towards truth, like myriad compass needles embedded in his attitude, my feelings, possibly her scent even. Were telling me the truth. But I was told No...always no. Lies told, not to make me feel guilty. He said. He told lies to 'protect me'. Didn't I see how stressed he was, how tired, how hard everything was... And "I'm still here aren't I" Implication being- "I don't want to be". This is where it gets nasty. I was to blame because I would be upset. Today was the last time. Enough. I chose to call this process out. It is not gaslighting exactly but it has the same slippery feel. Close enough, too close... He had left two weeks ago with an ambiguous, "I'll do my dad's house up and sell it and then we will see". So today I asked him if a