Dear Bel,
I met my husband at 15 and have seen my life marred by his filthy temper.
He is not schizophrenic, but the pleasant, caring guy he usually is transforms into the Incredible Hulk if I oppose him on certain topics. He usually pretends it hasn’t happened or aggressively blames me for causing it.
He screams abuse – very often the same stuff and generally about what an awful person I am. If I am unwell, it’s because I am so vile, and so on.
It’s not just the words,
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