Oh, mine was a charmer, so many loving and lovable qualities, I just couldn't reconcile it. I just wanted him to get well, so we could be happy.
But it doesn't stop. It gets worse.
He provoked one of the girlfriends after me so madly, she shot at him and she has serious charges against her. He got off scot-free. The cops are his hunting buddies.
And everyone was convinced (by him) that I was the crazy one.
Making you feel worthless is part of it. Making you feel helpless is part of it. Making you feel weak is part of it. Can you see that from the things he says to you?
I was still in love with him when I fled. I stayed in love with him for quite awhile.
It takes a long time to sort out.