According to my husband I am never right about anything. It doesn’t matter; I am 100% wrong. Always. No matter what. It is tough to live with.
That said, it is less tough than a year ago. I know when I am right and I don’t let him rattle now. There is rarely ever a time where I want argue about it. Nothing we talk about is that life and death.
And I provide proof when it matters to me. Not verbally, that would be useless, but in written form.
It does loop back to my bio mom because I was never right according to her. It stole my joy, my self esteem and my inter peace. I won’t allow anyone to do that again. Not every husband.