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I spent years being looked down upon and belittled while taking care of our home and family. It wasn’t until an incident that landed me in the hospital that my husband finally noticed something was wrong.
This year, I’m 36 and married to Tyler, who is 38. On the outside, we seemed like a perfect family, but the truth was far from that. When Tyler abused me when I wasn’t well, that was the final straw.
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Some outsiders who knew my husband and me described us as the « American Dream. » And in a way, it was. I lived in a comfortable four-bedroom apartment with two young boys, a manicured lawn, and a husband who had a flashy job as a lead developer for a game studio.
Tyler earned more than enough to support our lifestyle, so I stayed home with the kids. Unfortunately, most people thought I had it easy. But behind closed doors, I felt like I was suffocating.
A sad woman sitting on the floor | Source: Pexels
Don’t get me wrong, Tyler was never physically violent, but his words were sharp, calculated, and constant, which made him cruel. I know, that’s not an excuse or to say he was better because the pain he inflicted wasn’t visible, but I had convinced myself it was at least bearable.
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