HE: "Come here, dear, I have a surprise for you."
[He picked up a box that had been on the floor by his chair and held it out to me.]
SHE: "What is it?"
HE: "Well, here…. take it. See for yourself."
[I took the box from him. I could see that it had come through the mail.]
HE: "I ordered this for you." (He was always looking through mail-order catalogs.) "You're such a pretty girl… you need to have pretty things."
[The warning flags were up... I didn't like the sound of this.]
HE: "Come on… " he urged, "open it!"
[So I did...And what was inside? A cute little number… strapless... with short shorts! Something I would NEVER pick for myself, much less wear! How embarrassing. Why would he buy this for me? Let him buy it for his wife. Of course he could see I was not thrilled. This was way too personal!]
SHE: "I can't take this… You shouldn't be buying me things. And I don't wear this kind of stuff. "
HE: "Well you should. You're beautiful. You need to show yourself off."
HE: Well won't you at least try it on? Come on… let's have a little fashion show."
And he coaxed and pouted and acted disappointed… He spoke sternly and frowned and insisted… and eventually, [I can hardly believe it] he got his own way... because I felt like I needed to stay in his good graces, and it was so hard to keep saying 'no' to him.
I just don't understand how he made me do things I absolutely did not want to do!
I just don't understand how he made me do things I absolutely did not want to do!