He blamed her for everything. His every wrong move and mistake somehow became her fault. He never wanted to admit to his actions. Actually, he never even tried because he never even cared. That is the thing with psychopaths, they don’t have the need to feel remorse, they never regret anything, and they lack the ability to feel what others feel through.
As the poison of jealousy filled him, he became more violent towards everyone related to her. He desperately wanted her to be isolated, from her support system, into his merciless trap.
She had so much to offer to the wold; her unwavering weapons of affection and compassion to mankind made him feel vulnerable and insecure to the core. He wanted her to be like a submissive, timid rat. squeaking in the corner, cowering and begging before his indomitable power, his ultimate control.
To say he was self-centered is just overvaluing the word. He could not look beyond his armor of courage and grandiose. His selfishness was limitless. Everything was perfect if he was satisfied and happy, other hell broke loose. He was so harsh to the core that no amount of emotions ever touched him.
He made her believe in things that never happened. That is how he manipulated her.
He knew exactly how to approach her and take advantage of the fact she loved him. Every time he did something awful, he would convince her otherwise. He would brainwash her into thinking it wasn’t his fault. She was the one who misunderstood. She was the one who reacted poorly. And after some time she started to believe him.
She thought she was going crazy, she was slipping into insanity. She thought she needed help and she blindly followed him because she thought he was her savior when actually he was the one destroying her.
But what he failed to see was that invincible spirit growing bit by bit within her, with every lost drop of tears.
His cruelty and manipulations broke her. They led her to the darkest place of her life. He stripped her of everything she had. But he never could have counted on her breaking free from him with that little strength she had left inside her.
She found herself broken and alone, but she decided to fight for her life. She decided to fight for that dream she once had. She decided it wasn’t over, not until she said so.
But her journey wasn’t finished. It just started when she left him. She swallowed her pride, she ignored what others were saying, and she patched her wounds so she didn’t bleed. She finally realized that she didn’t need him.
Now, there is a long way ahead of her. Now, she had to rise from the ashes. Now, she had to heal.
She was his victim for far too long. He leeched off of her. He took everything from her. She will doubt people for a long time and that’s okay. She has every right to do so. She has the right to be a mess. She has the right to bury herself under the sheets and cry her heart out. She has the right to suspect anyone who tries to enter her life, who tries to help her. He made her that way. He took her self-worth and her self-respect. He destroyed her to the crux.