Originally Posted by
Vivisectus 
And then it sort of hits me - why did I let it get to this? How on earth did I allow someone to do this to me?
Not in a sort of self-pitying or panicky way. Not in a depressed way. I am not beating myself up. I just feel genuinely curious and bit concerned, as if I am asking a friend: why did I accept this? How did I allow myself to condone someone treating me in this ****** way? Because I did condone it. I spent more time trying to understand her and making excuses for her than I ever did trying to understand my own reactions.
I think perhaps you are a boiled frog, Mr. Sectus. Don't take it personally!
Check this article for the story of the boiled frog and see if you don't feel a little bit amphibian-ish afterwards:
Weekly Lesson for Living: Parable of the Boiled Frog