The language of love may have been present at the beginning of my abusive marriage. Honestly, I don’t remember. The language of abuse pulled me into negative thinking about my ex-husband, myself, our family, and all dreams I once held dear to my heart.
Over time, the words we used as a couple became harsh and either black or white – there was no in between and definitely no love (Verbal Abuse Turns Love Into a Tool of Abuse). Every situation became a problem to solve (his way) and every dream disappeared (because I believed him when he said I didn’t live in reality). The language of love ceased to exist.