Constant criticism dressed up as jokes. Being told you're too sensitive. Apologizing for things you didn't do. Losing track of what actually happened.

His mask. My reality.
I started a Facebook page, and now this website, to say out loud what took me far too long to understand: even as a two-time domestic violence survivor, it took three years before I realized I was in a psychological and narcissistic abusive relationship.
There were no bruises to point to. There was confusion, self-doubt, walking on eggshells, and a version of him the world never got to see. This site follows my journey — becoming aware, finding a way out, healing, and rebuilding a life that feels like mine again. It's also here so you don't have to figure it out alone or take three years to name what's happening to you.





