I’ve never been in a physically abusive relationship, and my emotionally abusive relationships are with family members, not significant others, so I can’t speak from personal experience. But my sister is prone to abusive relationships, so I can speak as a direct observer. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that what my sister goes through is something that thousands of people experience every day, but I believe her case is actually pretty textbook, so here are some answers in the context of my sister’s situation:
It began gradually. The guy is like a con man, so first he had to fool everyone into liking him. He presented himself as a hard-working, honest, Christian man. He made appealing promises, and charmed most of the family. (I caught a whiff of the real him right from the start. He made the mistake of thinking I was like my sister and would like being called by a condescending pet name. When I corrected him, he was caught off guard and continued to be disrespectful for another reply or two until he got his bearings again. But it was too late. The bad impression was made.)
So that was the first stage of manipulation. Then came the isolation that the other replies have mentioned. We live in New York, and have for all of our lives. This guy talked my sister into moving six hours away with him to Virginia and marrying him. She went because he promised they’d move back up here within a year. As soon as she moved down there, things started getting fishy. He wouldn’t allow her to get a job. It was more cost-effective if she stayed at home and watched her son, rather than having to pay for daycare while she worked. He bought her a car and gave her an allowance. She thought she was being pampered, but eyebrows were starting to be raised in the rest of the family.
Fast forward six years to today. They are still in Virginia (where the divorce laws are ridiculous). She definitely doesn’t enjoy being called names, told she’s worthless, and occasionally hit, but she has no money of her own to get away. He turned out to be a drug addict, a control freak, a liar of possibly pathological proportions… But he’s still got that chaaaaarming con man personality, so when she calls the police, they always believe his story and then she gets it even worse after they leave.
But, of course, then the next day he does the “I’m so sorry!” song and dance. He cries, he apologizes, he says he loves her, he says he didn’t mean it, he buys things for her, he’s super-sweet for a while… That allows her to fool herself into thinking he’s changed this time, or will change this time, or will at least try to change this time. The only problem is, he never does. It only keeps escalating. And because of the way he isolated her from her family and friends, she feels trapped and there’s nobody there to help her.