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This post came up in one of my narcissism groups tonight. I want to save it here, because I know I will want to revisit this story a few times. This was posted by a man, a police officer, about his wife.
"I need to share part of my story to heal. This is very hard for me. Its hard because I'm a guy. Its been a long road. I'm safe now. But the wounds are still there. I'm working on healing.
Going shopping was always stressful for me. I was never allowed to get what I wanted without permission. Sometimes I was told I couldn't get something because I didn't eat it last time, even if that was not true. Sometimes she would tell me she was not spending her money on that. I was never allowed to go shopping by myself without asking permission. I always had to have my phone on me ready to answer it if it rang. If I got the wrong brand I would be told how dumb and useless I was and how I never did anything right. If I bought myself something not on the list, I would get questioned why I needed such item. Or asked why I didn't ask first. If I told her I made money too, she would always say how she made more money, or say that I was selfish and always spending money on myself or not her. Just depended on her mood.
I couldn't fill my gas tank and always had to keep it under 20.00. I was never allowed to fill up. I would get yelled at if I did.
Every month she would go through the paper bank statement and question me on every purchase. What I bought there and why i needed it. If I couldn't answer or remember, she would continue to ask me why I couldn't remember if that's someplace I was…. She would count up the totals and tell me how much money I wasted.
Eventually I opened up my own bank account on the side for me to manage because I felt like I didn't have access to money without being verbally and emotionally abused. I kept this account secret. Until I eventually told her which she always made statements about. Like I was selfish with my money and it didn't benefit the family.
She would spend hundreds a month on house decor. When ever I brought it up, I would get screamed at. It was scary at times. She would tell me how I didn't have a say and It was for the house and whole family. I would be forced to go shopping with her. I wasn't allowed to stay home. Everything was fine for me If I didn't question or disagree with anything.
If we got into an argument it was bad. She would tell me how useless I was, She would sometimes throw things, slam doors, hit me, and scream at the top of her lungs. If we were in the car she would pull over and tell me to get out and walk home when we were still really far away. I would refuse to but it felt like I was in danger. Once she picked up a hammer and threatened to hit me with it. I wasn't allowed to leave. She would hide my keys, phone and wallet from me. Depending which ones she could get. She would refuse to give them back until I apologized. Sometimes she would block the doorway so I couldn't leave. She would threaten me that if I called the police she would tell them I beat her. I couldn't afford that because I was a Police Officer and I would have been discharged from duty on bad terms and an internal investigation would have been done. I never touched her and just sat down, she would belittle and put me down and scream. Nothing was off limits.
She was very good at lying and manipulating. She would cry alot. She could do it on purpose. She would tell me how the argument was all my fault for being so stupid. And it was my fault she reacted that way. At the end I believed her. I was useless. Stupid. Unattractive. Selfish.
This was just part of my life on a daily basis."
"I need to share part of my story to heal. This is very hard for me. Its hard because I'm a guy. Its been a long road. I'm safe now. But the wounds are still there. I'm working on healing.
Going shopping was always stressful for me. I was never allowed to get what I wanted without permission. Sometimes I was told I couldn't get something because I didn't eat it last time, even if that was not true. Sometimes she would tell me she was not spending her money on that. I was never allowed to go shopping by myself without asking permission. I always had to have my phone on me ready to answer it if it rang. If I got the wrong brand I would be told how dumb and useless I was and how I never did anything right. If I bought myself something not on the list, I would get questioned why I needed such item. Or asked why I didn't ask first. If I told her I made money too, she would always say how she made more money, or say that I was selfish and always spending money on myself or not her. Just depended on her mood.
I couldn't fill my gas tank and always had to keep it under 20.00. I was never allowed to fill up. I would get yelled at if I did.
Every month she would go through the paper bank statement and question me on every purchase. What I bought there and why i needed it. If I couldn't answer or remember, she would continue to ask me why I couldn't remember if that's someplace I was…. She would count up the totals and tell me how much money I wasted.
Eventually I opened up my own bank account on the side for me to manage because I felt like I didn't have access to money without being verbally and emotionally abused. I kept this account secret. Until I eventually told her which she always made statements about. Like I was selfish with my money and it didn't benefit the family.
She would spend hundreds a month on house decor. When ever I brought it up, I would get screamed at. It was scary at times. She would tell me how I didn't have a say and It was for the house and whole family. I would be forced to go shopping with her. I wasn't allowed to stay home. Everything was fine for me If I didn't question or disagree with anything.
If we got into an argument it was bad. She would tell me how useless I was, She would sometimes throw things, slam doors, hit me, and scream at the top of her lungs. If we were in the car she would pull over and tell me to get out and walk home when we were still really far away. I would refuse to but it felt like I was in danger. Once she picked up a hammer and threatened to hit me with it. I wasn't allowed to leave. She would hide my keys, phone and wallet from me. Depending which ones she could get. She would refuse to give them back until I apologized. Sometimes she would block the doorway so I couldn't leave. She would threaten me that if I called the police she would tell them I beat her. I couldn't afford that because I was a Police Officer and I would have been discharged from duty on bad terms and an internal investigation would have been done. I never touched her and just sat down, she would belittle and put me down and scream. Nothing was off limits.
She was very good at lying and manipulating. She would cry alot. She could do it on purpose. She would tell me how the argument was all my fault for being so stupid. And it was my fault she reacted that way. At the end I believed her. I was useless. Stupid. Unattractive. Selfish.
This was just part of my life on a daily basis."