I spent a long time calling it "a difficult relationship." A "toxic relationship." "We just weren't right for each other." I was afraid to use the word abuse. Afraid to take up that much space. Like I needed to earn the right to call it what it was.
And even after I started calling it abuse, I kept qualifying it. It wasn't as bad as what some women go through. He never put me in the hospital. There are women with real horror stories, and this isn't that.
Here's what I know now: that minimizing is part of how it works. The person who hurt you didn't need to put you in the hospital to take you apart. And the fact that you're still comparing your pain to someone else's — wondering if you "qualify" for the word abuse — is itself evidence of what was done to you.
It Was Calculated
I used to think about what happened to me as a relationship that went wrong. Two people who brought out the worst in each other. A dynamic that was unhealthy for both of us.
It took me a long time to name what I was actually describing: a system designed to keep me small, confused, and dependent.
The criticism that always came right after I succeeded at something. The way he'd be most loving right when I was about to reach my limit. The memory that conveniently failed whenever I tried to address a specific incident. The subtle redirection when I started making friends or building community. The way every attempt to assert a boundary was met with punishment, withdrawal, or a slow erosion of my reality.
That's not a relationship gone wrong. That's a calculated dismantling.
Not every person who does this is consciously scheming. Some of them are operating from wounds so deep they don't fully know what they're doing. But the impact on you is the same either way. Your nervous system doesn't care about their intentions. Your identity was still taken apart.
The Permission Problem
There's something deeply cruel about needing permission to call your own pain real. And yet that's exactly where so many of us end up.
We wait for someone to validate it. We measure ourselves against other women's stories. We hold onto the good memories as evidence that it wasn't "really" bad. We remember how kind he could be, and we wonder if we're the problem after all.
This is what the dismantling was designed to do. It didn't just hurt you. It made you doubt your own perception of being hurt.
That's why you need to hear this plainly: God does not require you to prove your suffering before He takes it seriously.
What Hebrews 4:15 Actually Says
There is a verse I come back to again and again when I start to minimize what I experienced. Hebrews 4:15 says: "For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but one who in every respect has been tempted as we are, yet without sin."
Jesus does not stand at a distance and offer you theological comfort. He is described as a high priest who can sympathize — the Greek word here is sympathēsai, to suffer together, to feel it from the inside. He entered into the particulars of human suffering, not the generalities.
He knows what it's like to be betrayed by someone close. He knows what it's like to be publicly humiliated. He knows what it's like to have your words twisted and used against you. He knows what it's like for the people who should protect you to hand you over instead.
He is not standing over your story deciding if it's bad enough to deserve comfort. He already knows your story. And He is already there, inside it, fully present.
God Already Calls It What It Was
One of the things I have had to sit with — really sit with — is the idea that God saw every single moment of what happened to me. Every dismissal. Every manipulation. Every night I lay awake wondering what was real. Every time I apologized for something that was done to me. Every small death of the woman I was supposed to become.
He saw it. He didn't look away. And He did not call it fine.
Psalm 34:18 says He is close to the brokenhearted. Not the appropriately traumatized. Not the ones who have a good enough story. The brokenhearted. That's the only requirement.
You don't need anyone else's permission to call what happened to you real. God already has. And He already moved toward you in it, not away from you.
What Healing Looks Like From Here
Naming what happened is not the end of the work. It's the beginning. Because the same way the dismantling happened layer by layer — your confidence, your perception, your relationships, your sense of self — healing also happens layer by layer.
And it requires you to stop apologizing for taking up the space that healing takes.
Stop comparing your story to someone else's. Stop qualifying your pain. Stop requiring yourself to have been in worse shape before you're allowed to seek restoration.
You survived something real. God saw every moment of it. And He is interested in the wholeness that comes after — not just the survival.
That's not a platitude. It's the work He has been doing since before you knew there was work to be done.
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