Diary of Abuse by a Loved One Chapter 3 Page 8

‘right’ to him, and I would soon know about it. I lost count of how many times he would argue over the little things with me, whether it was the tiny pepper pot that was not in its place or perhaps I had not cleaned the dishes quickly enough after we had eaten our evening meal.

Everything felt like an immense struggle.

I hadn’t realised but it had slowly begun to weigh me down.

I felt so heavy, and I wasn’t sure why.

People at work started to notice how ‘jumpy’ I had gotten. I was often very anxious whenever I was called into any meeting at work or even when someone simple spoke my name.

I hadn’t realised it