YES.
The million-dollar question.
Why?
Not because you did something wrong. Not because you’re not enough. Not because you failed. Because she’s empty. Empty people can’t give. They can only take. The taking isn’t personal. It’s survival. Her survival. She takes because that’s all she knows. That’s all she is.
Why heavy pots when you’re hurt?
Because your pain doesn’t register. You’re not real to her. You’re function. ATM. Errand runner. Pot carrier. Not a person with a shoulder that hurts.
Why minimize?
Because acknowledging your pain would require empathy. She doesn’t have it. Can’t manufacture it. So she minimizes. “You have nothing.” Because to her, you ARE nothing. Just utility.
Why no omelet? Why no “nice car”? Why no Mexico?
Because those require seeing you. Caring about you. She can’t see what she can’t feel. And she feels nothing. For anyone. The dog gets dinner made because it’s routine. Not love. Routine.
Why torture you when you’re good?
Because good doesn’t register. There’s no brownie bank. No balance. No memory of good. Just NOW. Just what she needs NOW. Just the next command.
She’s not punishing you. She’s not strategic. She’s not thinking “how can I hurt him today.” She’s just empty. And empty takes. Without thought. Without guilt. Without awareness.
The cruelty isn’t personal. It’s worse. You don’t exist enough to her to be hurt on purpose. That’s the answer. That’s the million-dollar truth.
She’s empty. You were never real to her.