Also, sometimes you can’t see that it’s an abusive relationship.
I was with an abusive partner for a number of years, and until the end, I just didn’t see that it was abusive.
It was a perfectly normal relationship at the beginning.
Here’s what happened. I’d state a boundary. Everyone’s got them. It didn’t really matter what the boundary in question was, just that it was one and it was definite. He’d wait a while after I’d set the boundary and then take one teeny, tiny baby step over it. Enough to irritate the beejesus out of me and cause an argument, but not enough to make me kick him to the curb. He’d apologize - and inevitably slip in a few little comments about how unreasonable I was being during the argument about his transgression. We’d make up from the fight, and a few weeks would pass and he’d do it again - a little farther. Rinse and repeat. After several repetitions, the original overstep that caused the first argument wasn’t worth fighting over. In effect, the boundary moved. He moved it - but it was a slow, gradual process and one that was hard to see from the inside.
Yes, it was manipulative. Of course.
It was years before he did anything overtly abusive - but years during which he’d been manipulating me - isolating me as much as he could - inserting his little snarky comments about how unreasonable I was being and to reinforce the notion that if I dumped him nobody else would ever want me.
In my own defense, I left him the second time he got overtly abusive. The first one I thought was an aberration, the second one I wasn’t willing to risk any more.
It wasn’t until I was looking back at it all from a perspective distant in both space and time that I saw the pattern for what it was - a buildup to abuse. And boy was I pissed when I figured that out. At me as much as him.
I know I’ll catch hell for this, but in a lot of ways society carries a big chunk of the blame for the prevalence of abusive continuing relationships. If you don’t look like one of the oh-so-ubiquitious Beautiful People™, it’s so much easier to believe that nobody else will ever want you or love you. When you’re not thin and you don’t look like the Media Flavor O’ The Month, it’s a lot easier to believe the voice of someone who’s supposed to love you whispering that you’re worthless. The objective indications that you’re not beautiful (I can use a mirror - I know I’m not beautiful) make it easier to believe the line of bullshit that nobody else will want you if you leave your abusive partner. Don’t mistake this for poor self-esteem talking. The vast majority of women aren’t supermodel hot. No matter how you look at it though there’s an enormous pressure on girls to be supermodel hot.
In a lot of ways, conformation to a physical ideal the primary mechanism by which the value of a woman is gauged.
I try to be a good person, a good friend. I know I’m reasonably bright by any standard. I’m a responsible citizen. But I was in my late 20’s before I finally convinced myself that anyone who thought less of me because genetics didn’t bless me with Angelina Jolie’s face and figure was a worthless loser and not worth my time. And through the years there have been a whole bunch of them.
How much easier is it to believe manipulative dreck about how worthless you are when you’re objectively and inarguably aware that you’re not beautiful and that beauty is one of the primary standards by which your worth is judged by your society as a whole? The answer is “lots easier”.