Gaslighting Isn't Real Novels & Stories

“Eloise, are you serious right now?” “I know what you did,” she said, every syllable etched in anger. I looked at her like she was a fragile, spiraling thing. “Eloise,” I said. “You’re not well. You haven’t been well for a while, we all know that. The stress, the meds, whatever this is… It’s making you paranoid.” Her lip twitched. “Stop gaslighting me.” I gave a mock-wounded expression. “I’m worried about you.” “You should be worried about yourself.”

Not hearsay or gossip! “It’s not what you saw but what you expected to see,” he countered. Wasn’t this gaslighting? How could my eyes have deceived me? “Did you stop to check? Did you even take a closer look at the man? No, you didn’t. You expect me to cheat so once you saw something that looked like infidelity, you up and left. You have a knack for running away, I must commend you.”

I said, "You clearly don't want solutions, so keep running from your problems, you coward!" I resorted to the one thing I hoped was not going to fail. It was not something I was proud of, but I was going down that route regardless–gaslighting. "Will your problems get any better with Miller's? "Or do you just believe I'll do a much better job than you?" I kept shooting at him. I could see that he had begun to fold with how quiet he was. . "You know what? "You are right." I nodded, "They will always be much better people than you ever were and ever will be, because they know and believe they will."

She'll cause everyone to meet terrible ends. 'No, now that I'm reborn, I absolutely cannot watch Mom and Dad get publicly criticized again.' All three of them froze upon hearing my thoughts, looking at each other with shock and uncertainty. 'I just don't know if Mom and Dad would believe me if I told them. If I remember correctly, that letter should still be in Victoria's drawer. The accusations in it are really serious.' Mom's hand trembled as she served me food, and a piece of beef fell onto the table. She then pretended nothing happened and smiled stiffly.

What I had planned to lie about so I used an old method I knew would work–gaslighting! “I should be asking you. You made a woman pregnant and accepted for her to stay in the pack and expected me not to disappear?” I yelled at him. I would give him back the taste of his own medicine. “We can speak about that later. I asked you a question. It's one simple question. Where were you?” Nicholas' grip on my hand was now tighter. I was really in deep shit. “Well..I was somewhere, crying my eyes out. You're so damn heartless and wicked. Can you not see that my eyes are swollen?” I asked Nicholas. I was hoping that manipulating him would let him leave me alone.

More intense and our conversations go deeper, darker, and touching on things I don't discuss with anyone else. "Tell me about the worst day of your marriage," he says, his grey eyes steady on mine. Most people don't ask questions like that, most people avoid the darkness but Marco doesn't flinch from it. So I tell him, about the day Leo convinced me I was crazy for being upset that he'd disappeared for three days without calling. About how he twisted everything until I was apologizing to him for being worried. "Gaslighting," Marco says quietly. "Classic abuser tactic."

he shook his head, “Maybe you simply had a vivid dream. Stress can induce all sorts of responses in the body. This divorce clearly couldn’t come sooner for you.” I knew that my father was gaslighting me… but why? I knew this wasn’t just a stress response. He was talking to a doctor. Sure, stress and trauma responses are a real thing, but this couldn’t be that. Right? Maybe I’ll see if Shawn will meet with me. Surely he would remember that night. “You’re probably right,” I forced a smile, but my mind was left with more questions than answers at the way he’d just acted. “Are you and mom enjoying all of the traveling?”

Liam had to check his phone again to be certain his therapist was dishing out such an idea to him. “I do not intend to make more friends”, he responded sternly. “You were wrong, Mr Hickson; using one lesser enemy to eliminate another greater enemy remains the greatest tactic that you come out unscratched from”. “And what would my role be?” “Gaslighting!” She responded. “Gaslighting!” Liam repeatedly bewildered. “Yes, come see me tomorrow off the record and I will explain things better”. “Okay” was all Liam could say before ending the call. His eyes shone dreamily imagining each of the despicable people around him getting into trouble without him being scratched in any way.

"Not as pretty as her. Maybe that’s the problem, Ivy." I slam the bottle down on the railing. “How did I not see it?” My voice breaks, and the ocean swallows it whole, more memories pouring in. He accusing me of using my money to control him, sneering at the trips I planned. Gaslighting me until I couldn’t tell where reality stopped and his lies began. And then—like glass shattering—another memory: Our baby. Tears begin to well up in my eyes, but I swipe them away violently, slapping my forehead. “Get out of my head. Get out, get out."

“Bravo. You're a great analyzer, huh? But unfortunately your analysis was not proven correct. Jeff died by suicide. He was so frustrated with his life and heart disease that it limited his mobility. He must have thought that death was the right choice to end all his suffering." “You're happy about his death, right? You don't deserve a penny of grandpa's inheritance. You're nothing but a shit.” Calvin smiled scornfully. “Am I really happy about Jeff's death? How about you? Didn't you fake your marriage with that bitch?” “Never insult my wife, or I will crush your nose again. This time I'll make sure you won't be able to breathe using your crooked nose.” “Nice try. You tried to bully me and se