Rachel Ryan

“Why didn’t you leave? It would be years before Amy would be able to answer this question, even to herself. It wasn’t like Mark hit her on their first date. He worked up to it. He didn’t hit her until they were living together, had a child together, until their lives were inextricably entangled. Why didn’t you leave? He didn’t hit her until he’d worn her self-confidence down to dust. Long before he ever raised a hand to her, Mark told her that she was annoying, that her voice was grating, that she wasn’t as good-looking up close as she was from a distance. That she was stupid and incompetent, that bills and paperwork were beyond her capabilities, that she wouldn’t be able to handle life without him. Why didn’t you leave? He told her these things over and over again, and by the time the violence really took off, she had come to believe it all. That she was an annoying person with an annoying voice. That she was bad in bed and a bad girlfriend. That she was pretty from a distance, yes, which was why men whistled at her in the street, but up close and with her clothes off, she was a bit of a disappointment. It began to seem like a miracle that anyone wanted her at all. “But I love you no matter what, baby,” Mark would say. “To me, you’re the most beautiful woman in the world. You’ll always have me. Always.” Why didn’t you leave? He convinced her of the improbability of anyone else ever wanting her. He convinced her she wouldn’t be able to survive on her own. He convinced her that there was nothing else for her but this.”
― Rachel Ryan, Someone You Trust