I read this passage in a novel by my favorite author last night. But while the exchange here between Lester and Candy is fictional, this IS a reality for so many women.
“Does he hit you?” Lester asked, a question that seemed balanced between obscene and necessary.
She hesitated, then said, “No. Not . . . like that. But if he did, it wouldn’t surprise me. Or even make me mad. I would just feel like it belonged, somehow.”
The Last Time I Saw You by Elizabeth Berg
He doesn’t hit you? No, but he batters you in other ways.
He only hit you once? This, then, is what he’s capable of.
He has you trained to his behavior well enough that he’s predictably unpredictable, and the “next level” is just par for the course? Something you already feel a numbness toward?
You deserve better.
We all do.