“Oh, they would sit in the car outside our house, or follow me if I left… I think it’s probably one of the reasons why I’m so jumpy sometimes. They had a way of just coming out of nowhere.” Jesus fucking Christ. This was some sociopathic-level controlling behavior. “One time I asked him not to, but he said it was for my own good, so I couldn’t really argue.” I sure as hell would have. But I wasn’t being gaslit by the man who was supposed to love me for four years.
