Just an FYI, Tim .... watch how you question her characterization of her childhood. Maybe you have a basis, maybe you don't. Your description struck a chord with me, because I also grew up in a very loving home; not perfect, but warm and loving. There were no raised voices, ever. Thus, when I encountered raised voices in my marriage, it seemed like the end of the world, since I had no frame of reference nor any experience with people who could love me and still yell at me. Also, it wouldn't be unfair to characterize me as "afraid of my own shadow" since childhood. Other than a fairly minor incident of sexual abuse by a neighborhood teen, nothing "bad" happened to me, certainly not within my own home. It is what it is. She ain't necessarily repressing anything. I know if my husband were to begin questioning my memories and my reality the way you apparently are -- even if he were to do so sincerely and out of genuine concern -- it would piss me off intensely pretty quickly if he wasn't taking my word. She was there; you weren't. Even if you happen to be right, I doubt you'll be able to argue her into admitting it.


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