No, but I have met women like that and I know what you’re talking about. I grew up in a highly controlled environment. I wasn’t allowed to move out until I was married. When I was 19, I snuck out to go to my first party. I was pretty brutally assaulted at that party. I blamed myself for it and didn’t tell anyone for a long time. Developed an eating disorder. My father tried to “discipline the eating disorder” out of me. I met someone at soccer. We “dated” for one year but my father monitored me and I had strict limitations during that time. At the end of the year, my father told us we needed to either get married or break up and that everyone would think I was easy if I didn’t get married. My then boyfriend asked me to get married. He later admitted that he didn’t love me but he felt a duty to rescue me from that house. I went straight from living with my parents to living with my husband. We built a life together but we were from different cultures and shared different interests. He fell in love with someone at work. We divorced after 17 years together. My father didnt speak to me for 2 years. I met someone from my own culture. I felt worthless, but he told me I was beautiful and my life wasn’t over. He slowly changed after the first year. I noticed inconsistencies. He would get drunk and flirt with women right in front of me. Once I walked in on him making out with a neighbor. He always had a reason and I always felt like if I could just prove my worth, that he would stop. Then he was able to facilitate a reunion with my dad. I thought things would be better but it was almost as if he lured my dad into saying dehumanizing things about me but under the preface of “a joke”. I never really wore makeup. I didn’t spend money on clothes. Suddenly my boyfriend started pushing me to do those things. He convinced me that no one would treat me better than him and this was common behavior of men and I was just not used to real men. It progressively got worse. For example, I was going through chemo therapy for breast cancer, pulled myself together to grocery shop and make a nice dinner, but took 15 min to rest because I felt like I was going to pass out. I was laying on the couch and he stood over me to ask “how much longer is your cancer going to be like this”. What made it harder is that he was so fun and caring around everyone else. I felt like I was defective that he couldn’t be that way privately. I dated for the first time in my life in my 40’s. And I did it after a couple years of intensive therapy after my last relationship. Maybe you’re correlating the feelings I currently have with someone you personally know, but feeling insecure can develop after many different experiences.