This thread has really got me in a strange state of mind "nothing seems real". This home is so much happier than the one I grew up in. Even though my parents were extremely wealthy,and all my friends envied me; I was a sad little girl.
In this home we laugh, do things together, Ithought we were happy. I know the things my husband does sometimes are abusive. But is any family perfect?
I am getting more confused by the minute, so I will quit rambling...