My father was an emotional abuser, both to us kids and especially to Mom. I hated anger so much that I moved out of their house the last day of my high school classes. I did not even wait around until graduation. I never got my high school diploma even! I escaped instead.
When I went husband shopping, I found a kind hearted quiet man. He was not an emotional abuser, but along about the time when marriages fall apart, he started to watch TV all the time and mostly ignored me. I stayed and put up with it anyway, knowing that the odds of getting some kind of abuser were pretty big. When I finally did get with a man (once my husband was suffering from dementia and was in a nursing home) it turned out that that man was an abuser. A physical and emotional one. I eventually got away, but I have scars that probably will never totally heal.
I have decided not to get involved with any more men. It is just too risky! One way or another, they don't do right by you. I like living alone. I make my own schedule. I plan my own meals keeping my likes and dislikes in mind, and basically, I live just the way I like.
