“He lies, he apologizes. In that order, every single day. I try, Daisy, to believe him. I don’t wanna lose him, but at night he’s the one sleeping peacefully and I’m the one left crying and he doesn’t even care.”
Your abusive parents can’t tell you who you are. They can’t see past their own projections, for them you were never even a person. They haven’t even met you. They met a mirror. All they ever said about you, every single thing, was a lie.
even if they said some good things, it was likely to manipulate you rather than acknowledge who you truly are.