It’s growing clear to me that I don’t know this man, my husband, at all. I feel like a hostage in my own house: Do I continue tiptoeing around him, in fear of provoking him and watching my life tumble back into lonely uncertainty? Or do I confront him, and risk angering him and making everything worse, when I don’t have any real proof of anything? Because he has an answer for everything, I’m learning. He will gaslight me until I question my sanity, rather than his.
