My husband projected onto me.
Everything I did and said became an impetus for him to countermaneuver.
A reason for denying me.
I was multitalented.
His mother was this way.
If I got angry, rather than coming to my defense, he criticized me – and by his gaze berated.
I felt under constant scrutiny.
Nothing I did, no mater how beautiful, pure, or innovative was worthy of his approval.
I know now that it wasn’t me.
That it was because he became injured, and this kept nightmares from his past constantly playing.
But, when you come away branded as “bad” by someone you once trusted and loved, it’s hard to find reprieve.
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