Ouch! Toxic Abuse is sharp!
Toxic Abuse.
Ouch!
They have affairs and do the most unbelievably horrible things.
You are not aware of the part you play in this game and are not to blame. You just don't realize what is going on. You give affection, love, and a connection. Over time, you begin to feel like you are doing something wrong.
There is an unhomely atmosphere of wrongness that lingers in the house. Whatever you try does not work, it makes things worse. Your constant attempts are laughed at or met with nothing. In your naive state, you carry on giving, like a hamster on a wheel trying to escape.
The puppet master is at work and guess who they have dangling.
(Women can be master puppeteers as well, and we should not forget that.)can be restored if you forget about yourself though and become subservient and dependent on the scraps of closeness you get once in a while. Meanwhile, the world is against them, (covertly playing the victim) and you are here to make them feel better.
The tribe of the toxic that all say the same things!
“I'm only joking, love you really!”
“I put up with you looking like that, you should be grateful!
“I would rather have a relationship with a dead body, than you!”
“Why should I want to do that if you won't pay for this?” (car deposit, house deposit, their loans)
A weapon called a child
These are just some strategic tactics used by a toxic person.
(It means if you break up, hopefully the child will side with them). They do not healthily love the child, but weaponize them. They do this with everyone, (triangulations), and will give attention to the little one when the child behaves to please them.
You have done all the looking after and nursing and loving, and therefore when you finally separate the abuser will go for the jugular. A child's soul is easy meat for a wolf.
© Sonya Vukomanovic/Lawrence 26.10.2023Find me here on Medium and here at The Sales Recruitment Network. Here for my sales communications blog and here for my Tiggy Sonya's Art, Music, Nature, and Book Patch
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