What is emotional abuse?
Well… it’s complicated. And that’s kind of the whole point. It doesn’t leave bruises—not the kind you can see in the mirror anyway—but it lingers. Like smoke in a room long after the fire’s gone out. You breathe it in every day and slowly forget what clean air even felt like. There’s this moment—I remember it vividly—where I said something small, like, “I don’t like it when you raise your voice,” and he laughed. Not a funny laugh, mind you. More like the kind that slides across […]
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