Victim complex a sad way of thinking

She was worthless. She knew that already. Couldn't do a damn thing right. How many times had he said it? She was an idiot. Unable to please him. No matter how hard she tried. It was her fault. She made him do it. If only she had made the mashed potatoes. She knew he liked mashed potatoes. She should have known. She paced the floors with blistered feet and blood stained sundress. He was furious when he left. This time for good he said. What would she do without him? She couldn't survive. What would others think? She drove him away. No other man would want her. So she tied that noose. Secured it to the ceiling fan. And when he returned home the next morning. He found her there. Hanging like an angel.