Gaslighting

Yesterday morning I couldn’t find my small frying pan. I opened all the cupboards. I even looked in the dishwasher. I had put it on the stove top the morning before in case “the dancers” wanted eggs but now it had disappeared. My husband was still sleeping so I didn’t ask him where it was but I started to think he had hidden it from me.

…. and then I thought of William. I opened the oven and found the pan. It had peanut butter, a cut-up banana and a few other things mixed up together.