It has progressed to him wanting to be a cuckold.
But I do know one thing for sure: My eyes are open as wide as a girl in a Margaret Keane painting to the signs of gaslighting now, but I still need to work on opening my heart further and do what every single girl needs to do—risk getting hurt again for the sake of love.
I was angry with my husband, angry with my former counselors for believing him over me, and most of all angry with myself for not trusting my instincts.
I thought I had early dementia.