Novel & Cerita Gaslighting Isn't Real

Is he gaslighting me? If only I hadn't seen it, and it was nothing but made up, I would have accepted it. Yet what I witnessed earlier wasn't simply a daydream; it was true. So authentic that I wish I could slap the heck out of Nicholas, so he wouldn't have the courage to lie again. "Then what is it?"

"I told her the truth. That things at home have been tense. That you've been struggling with the pregnancy news. That you've been investigating me, accusing me of lying, making everyone's life difficult because you can't accept reality." "That's not the truth..." "Isn't it?" She turned to face me fully. "You hired a PI to investigate me. You've been collecting evidence to prove I'm lying. You've been so obsessed with exposing me that you can't see how unhinged you look." "I look unhinged because you've been gaslighting me for months..."

He said it! My tears begin to swarm in my eyes causing my vision to blur. I forced a laugh, and I blinked my eyes. "Hey, bastard! Have you really checked on me?" Clenching my hands, I confronted him. Gulping, he breaks away from our eye contact. He shakes his head as he begins to say, "Of course, I do." "Liar!" I exclaimed. "Of course, I checked on you! You are my wife!" "But, I wasn't treated like one, Jericho," I said sorrowfully.

How could he say that I had relations with all the men, I knew. I always started shivering when Gautam even touches me. I cried for the whole night. I heard Noopur coming to my room and shut my eyes to pretend that I was sleeping. I didn't want her to start asking questions and worrying about me. " Get up you crazy girl. Don't act smart, I know you are not sleeping, ok? I admit that you are a good actress, but I know you since, I was born. So for god's sake, stop acting. I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was smiling at me so sweetly.

My child oh my child what happened to you Mom,mom what are you doing here you should be in Mexico by now I know,I have to rush by because I heard about your mental health Mom why are you crying Am so sorry my child the doctor say you will have to go to the mental institution The mental institution but mom you know am not mental I know my child,but this vampire of a thing make you look like one why don't you just tell them you where in an accident so they can think you are not insane

The walls felt like they were closing in. She thought about all the times she questioned him. "Why do you always have to leave at Christmas?" "It's business, Grace. You know how it is. This is how I provide for us." "But every year?" "What do you want me to do? Turn down clients? Lose deals? Is that what you want?" And Grace would back down. "No. I'm sorry. You're right. I'm being selfish." Gaslighting. That's what it was called. Making her feel crazy for suspecting. Making her apologize for asking questions.

The thought of being accused falsely was too painful, my heart began to hurt as I kept weeping. One of the many things that could make me cry was false accusations. Oh no! I could cry myself to death if I was accused falsely. Especially if no one believed me. "Oh now you want to gaslight me with your tears?" He said mockingly. "You think you can cry your way into this household? For your information, it is not going to work. It is not working at all. Maybe you can try another method." He said, leaving me totally speechless. "I can't just believe you!" He said, after staring at me once again.

"No! Please—Vincent! Help me! I'm your WIFE! You can't do this—I was wrong! I'll fix it! Please!" The only reply was the door slamming in her face. When they were gone, Vincent dropped to his knees, completely wiped. So it was all an act. The forced marriage? Fake. The stalking? Fake. He thought back to when Maggie got hurt. Serena told him to check the security footage. He didn't. Was that fake too? Suddenly, he couldn't bring himself to hit play. If Maggie had faked that too... how could he ever face Serena? What right did he even have to ask for forgiveness?

“You’re tall. I hate tall.” “Sorry.” “Oh, it’s not your fault. Just me. Hurts my neck looking up all the time.” She fidgeted, pushing her glasses back. “Speaking of ghosts, did you know fluoride causes the calcification of the pineal gland, shutting down our so-called sixth sense? This, along with the parents who condition their children from a young age by telling them such things aren’t real, is what basically closes the veil and keeps it closed. Most people can’t even see the resonance of the ghosts around them. Wouldn’t you agree?”

"Pregnancy can exacerbate existing mental health conditions. Your recent behavior—running away, making irrational allegations suggests you're experiencing a psychological crisis that requires careful management." The gaslighting was so smooth, so professional, that for a moment I almost doubted my own perceptions. This was what three years with Wakes had done to me, it has made me question my own reality even when the evidence of abuse was overwhelming. "Dr. Chen," I said slowly, "if I'm so mentally unstable, why haven't you ever suggested I see a psychiatrist? Why is my 'treatment' limited to isolation and sedation?"