Another difficulty is just the gross distortion of the truth. Again, script. She recalls innocent moments and tells them as if I am a terrible, even scary person. If they were true, I'd leave me. At first I thought my memories of such events were wrong and that I really am a terrible person, but the more stories she told the more I was convinced I was not this person she described. Friends and family who witnessed some of these events do not remember them like she describes them. My therapist says I am nothing like the person she describes. Unfortunately, her perception or memory, distorted as it is, is her reality. The hard part is her telling people these same terrible stories and people distancing themselves from me in response. Her mother blames me for her daughter's unhappiness. At least one colleague at work won't even talk to me. Her perception is what is driving her decisions and by sharing them, is making it my reality.
