Silence is an island

When the abuse started I quickly learned that silence was a safe space. He would follow me around the house, trying to pick a fight (but according to him he would never TRY to fight with me and it was always my fault), and silence was safe. If I didn't react the subject would be dropped and he would move on to the next topic to mess with me. It would go on and on until he got bored with it or went outside for his next drink. In my silence I was able to say so much that I know could not come out of my mouth. It was a safe space to vent, argue, get my point across, and be strong...all the things I could not do in real life. I still visit my silence island occasionally (boss is being difficult or teen is being a teen) but I don't have to spend nearly as much time there...just quick round trips. While I was alone in my silence you do not have to be. Let me know your thoughts, worries, vents. This space is as safe as your island.