At first I thought I was just an object more on the lines of a sex toy, just an artificial vagina to him - they DO come in different assortments you know, if we were all exactly the same, nobody would cheat, ---
At any rate, I realize my body parts were used as objects to him. My body parts were the "object(s) of his affection". More importantly I have come to understand that I, myself and everything I was comprised of was viewed as an object by him. He studied me, knew what my needs were and what I wanted and and finely custom built me, his object, into a useful tool that would work for him. They take human beings and transform them into objects and when they are done playing with us the object is left broken and no longer works for them.
As an object I was never allowed to have feelings, be hurt, jealous, needy, require anything from him, - I was not allowed to love him, miss him, want him..... but if I were a hammer I had better be ready and waiting for him to pick me up and pound the hell out of something he needed me for.
Can you imagine for one minute using a partner and another human being as you would your toaster to toast a piece of toast? Once again proving how there is literally NOTHING inside them - our sexual organs were useful to them when they wanted them; but that is only a small small part of how we were objectified - we were simply now allowed to be a human being that had needs, feelings and any traces of humanity - we were to be like THEY WERE - every now and then we were thrown their FAKE attempts of humanity; Oh but I love you my little hammer, toaster oven, and vagina I really do love you - now go recharge your batteries for when I need you again.
The difference between objects and human beings is obvious; when you are a tool for a psychopath you WILL be broken - when you are a human being we have the power to fix what they broke - objects CANT LOVE but we can and I believe the power of love and our human condition is what stops them from ever picking us up again as a hammer with a vagina.