An interesting part is they all knew how debilitatingly emotionally upset I have been over this whole thing. I thought they would at least feel compassion for me over that. Could they be so cold to that knowledge?

Even if I were the villain they made me out to be, wouldn’t my loved ones have some compassion for my suffering?

Meh, I’m just metaphorically feeling for that missing limb again, trying to make sense of this.

It was narcissistic abuse.