Master of Deception... 6/21

At the dinner table, his put downs were very subtle. I cringed every time he patted my hand while saying how careless I was, how I shouldn't have left work as staying home without stimulation had clouded my brain and even my friends were avoiding me.
I was listening, unable to say anything to put the record right. So, he just carried on discussing me, apparently full of concern, as if I was not there.
When I couldn't take it anymore, tears erupted and I sobbed, ruining everyone's merriness.
Mum was horrified. She told him I must be in depression.