Reading your words and knowing they were true. Knowing that somewhere in my broken brain, I remember doing all those things and thinking I was justified. Thinking I was protecting you. Protecting us. Protecting our marriage."
He stopped pacing, turning to face me directly.
"I tracked your phone. I monitored your emails. I made you quit your job. I isolated you from your friends and family. I interrogated you for hours because you smiled at someone or took five minutes too long at the grocery store. I made you afraid to exist in your own life."
Each statement was a hammer blow. I'd lived through all of it, but hearing him say it out loud, hearing him acknowledge it without defensiveness or excuses, was somehow worse than when he'd been doing it.
"And then you got pregnant," he continued
