Gaslighting

She thinks he did it because he could.
She thinks he didn't realize she knew he was doing it, always doing it.
He would take her things and hoard them, go through her purses.  
Took keys off her key ring, claimed she'd lost them; medicine from the counter,
 blamed it on her mother.
For all of his obsession, her happiness
 was not his concern.  
When she begged him to be with her, even just for her birthday, he said:  
"I have to work.  Do you want me to quit my job?  I can quit my job!"
So he claimed he was working, 6 or 7 a. m. until eleven p.m. or midnight.
He saw his friends more than he saw her.  Always had time to take someone else
Somewhere, time to spend with someone else, never time for her.  
She heard things.  People told her things, and he didn't know they told her.
He'd say, "I was in front of the public the entire time!  Ask anyone!"
Because he thought she would believe a lie, no matter how big or how
  outrageous (and sometimes she did).
Anyone and Everyone had already told her.  His friends told her.
But they didn't tell her everything.  Sometimes, 
She was left to find out things in other ways.
Little did she know, her days of being abandoned were the best of times.
The worst was yet to come.  
Even now, she wonders if he has her things installed on a profane shrine:
  A handwritten letter from someone who pretended to care for her (but at least
  it was something while he gave nothing), a ring she bought herself for 
  Valentine's Day in his absence,  her keys to the house, 
  and whatever other 
Flotsam and jetsam he'd attributed
  significance.