I never knew any abuse from my parents. It was idyllic, really.
It has always been the relationships with men I found abusive.
I've only known a few close relations with men, but it always went south.
Lies, control, and trying to make me feel "less than."
Fortunately, I never put up with that. I stand my ground, then leave.
Only now at this point in my life do I put up with the mental and verbal abuse
from one I live with.
As
@Aspychata puts it:
I don't know how it is all going to turn out, but the pendulum is swinging.