I’m not going to say much–just that this is so familiar. It’s sad, but a sigh of relief to hear I’m not “crazy”. The gas-lighting, blaming things on my mental illness, his volatile anger.
I distance myself when possible, take care of myself physically, walk away when the abusive language and behavior starts, and am making myself financially independent. I am used to going to my kids’ and family events on my own and having my own hobbies and interests.
I have an emergency “word” with my family, getting together a plan for “just in case”.