Quotes About Emotional abuse

You did mess them up!' And she had her hairbrush in her hand because I guess she'd been doing her hair and she started hitting me in the head with it, slam on one side of my head, slam on the other side, and I was ducking away and shielding my head—" "Yes, well," Willa said, "it's true she could be—" "You know what's the saddest thing about kids whose mothers are mean to them? It's that even so, their

He was going to punish me now. He couldn't beat me up with his old man fists, but he could hurt me with his old man words.

I don't want your lying kindness. Sure, you'll smile and be so sweet to me that I'll trust you, but the minute I don't give you everything you want the instant you demand it, you'll turn on me and try to crush me. You're just like everyone else in the world. No one matters but you. (Aiden)

You worthless sonofabitch. You should never have been anything more than a cum stain! (Stryker)

CORY: You ain't never gave me nothing! You ain't never done nothing but hold me back. Afraid I was gonna be better than you. All you ever did was try and make me scared of you. I used to tremble every time you called my name. Every time I heard your footsteps in the house. Wondering all the time...what's Papa gonna say if I do this?...What's he gonna say if I do that?...What's Papa gonna say if I turn on the radio? And Mama, too...she tries...but she's scared of you.

My father was a textbook narcissist. If he didn't like the narrative he'd start gaslighting you. He threatened the democracy of our family.

It pleased him to see the hurt look on her face, the tears springing into her eyes. She might be a daughter of the Great Don but she was his wife, she was his property now and he could treat her as he pleased. It made him feel powerful that one of the Corleones was his doormat.

Commit cruelty on a person long enough and the mind begins to go.

You make it sound as if I hit her. I did nothing to Edie!' 'Oh? You did nothing? The woman I found in your wake, stripped of all self-repsect, convinced that she was a failure as a mother and a lover: that wasn't your work? Because I think it was!

Her husband's voice. He has abused her verbally for so many years that she actually hears him yelling at her. It sends her into a tizzy." "Has she reached the stage where she knows that he isn't really there?" Brianna asked. "Intellectually, yes. Emotionally, no. There are times when she's paralyzed by it.

when you see your friend—or someone you think and hope might someday be more—abused, you do what you can to stop it. Who doesn't do that? What kind of person doesn't do that?

They don't think "I care," "I hurt," or "I have feelings." It just seems like I'm always "wrong," always "selfish," always "self-centered" and everything else that's negative and destructive.

On a daily basis, it's heartbreaking to see women put up with violence for years silently and feel ashamed of speaking out about it.

She was battered and beaten up, and not smiling this time. Liesel could see it on her face. Blood leaked from her nose and licked at her lips. Her eyes had blackened. Cuts had opened up and a series of wounds were rising to the surface of her skin. All from the words. From Liesel's words.

You know… a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

They said I should teach her a lesson. I never got it, not even in the first flush of anger, when I thought she had pretty much stomped all over my heart. You beat a horse and you can break it all right. You can make it submit. But it'll never forget. And it sure as hell won't care for you. So if I wouldn't do it to a horse, I could never work out why I should do it to a human.

He had the ability to twist almost anything I said or did so that I seemed stupid. During

Too many cases thrown out of court, too much pop-psycho crap, satanic bullshit... if you FEEL you've been abused, you HAVE been!

This morning he was stroking my hair and asking what else he could do for me, and I said: My gosh, Nick, why are you so wonderful to me? He was supposed to say: YOU DESERVE IT. I LOVE YOU. But he said, Because I feel sorry for you. Why? Because every morning you have to wake up and be you. I really, truly wish he hadn't said that. I keep thinking about it. I can't stop.

He took away chunks of me with blasé swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime.

Throwing things near her but not exactly at her. I'm sure he told himself: I never hit her. I'm sure because of this technicality he never saw himself as an abuser. But he turned our family life into an endless road trip with bad directions and a rage-clenched driver, a vacation that never got a chance to be fun. Don't make me turn this car around. Please, really, turn it around.

too serious, Amy, you're too uptight, Amy, you overthink things, you analyze too much, you're no fun anymore, you make me feel useless, Amy, you make me feel bad, Amy. He took away chunks of me with blasé swipes: my independence, my pride, my esteem. I gave, and he took and took. He Giving Treed me out of existence. That whore, he picked that little whore over me. He killed my soul, which should be a crime. Actually, it is a crime.

Look how your own dad treated you. Like a limp dick. But you get what you deserve, you know? I think you know that.

Eres demasiado seria, Amy, eres demasiado rígida, Amy, le das demasiadas vueltas a las cosas, lo analizas todo demasiado, has dejado de ser divertida, me haces sentir inútil, Amy, haces que me sienta mal, Amy». Me fue arrancando cachos a golpe de indiferencia: mi independencia, mi orgullo, mi autoestima. Yo di y él tomó y tomó y tomó. Me eliminó de la existencia.