Abusers intimidating animals
When I look back at my bad old days, there’re a number of things that stand out as emblematic of who I was – the fear of letting go of a bad relationship because I didn’t think I could do any better, being unable to relax and enjoy my time with one woman because I couldn’t stop looking for the shoe to drop… But there is one very specific night that, to my mind, was one of the most representative of how bad things were.I had gotten permission from my girlfriend at the time (warning sign #1) to go play in a Mage campaign with my friends.Only in some hypothetical, gender-neutral civilization would that be possible, and that does not describe the world as it exists today.Even if unintended by the author, the audience will take whatever tropes used and add meaning to them. It can be assumed to exist in every form of media unless otherwise stated.In most forms of human society, the assumption is that women are the more delicate of the sexes or are more suited for nurturing than the more active roles undertaken by males of the species.My mother always said a lot of things that indicated that I was the problem ~ her problem.Those types of things that she said were a big part of the grooming process in the cycle of abuse.
She also didn’t care for them because it meant I was spending time with my friends and not with her (warning sign #2) – but this time she relented and .If you read my blog as the daughter YOU were, instead of as the mother you ARE, can you honestly tell me that you would not completely relate to what I am saying?If I wasn’t YOUR daughter, (if I was your next door neighbor), I know you would be a fan.I had been there for less than an hour before she showed up to quite literally drag me away (warning sign #3).I forget what the excuse was, but it was some “togetherness” emergency – I had to go shopping with her for some trivial thing or other. In fact, that phrase – “I let her” – defined the majority of our relationship.