But home wasn’t a refuge; it was a battleground where I was always the underdog.
He held all the cards — the money, the decisions, the power to make me feel small.
In social settings, he flaunted his control, dismissing my ideas, ignoring my efforts.
He expected me to keep up appearances without complaint.
His silence was just as punishing as his words.
Each event piled up quietly but surely, tightening the noose.
Now, the looming family Christmas dinner was just around the corner.
I was dreading the event, knowing the pressure to perform and the probable humiliation if I didn’t meet his standards.
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