Lines of Control

“Why do you always wear black; you look so much better in colours.”

Then when you wear colour:  “You look like your mother in that outfit.  I prefer you in black.”

“You’re not going to eat that, are you?  A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips.”

“You know if you loved me more, you’ d lose weight.”

“What size do you think _________ is.  She’s a mother, works full-time and still maintains her figure.”

“You are too friendly in social situations.  It could be construed as flirting.”

Or:  “Why do you abandon me when we’re at a party.  You’re supposed to be with me.”

And then when you consciously tone it down and stay close:  “What’s the matter with you, why were you so anti-social?”

“You can have whatever you want, if you go out to work.”

Then:  “I don’t want you working unless the kids are at school.  Your job shouldn’t interfere with my working hours.”

“What do you mean you’d like me home more?  My hobbies are my sanity.  You wouldn’t want me to lose my sanity, would you?”

“If you loved me more, you’d…..”

Relationship is a lonely place when your partner constantly reminds you that you are not enough.  I know.  I lived it.

Life is full of possibilities.  You are enough.  True love uplifts and supports.  It’s a soft place to land, and encourages you to find your wings.

Life with a control freak/ narcissist is a dead-end road.

Look to the horizon and move on.

(The Daily Post prompt is horizon.)

Note:  The opinions expressed here are my own, and not that of a professional.  If you suspect that you may be in an abusive relationship, seek professional guidance.

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