Maybe it was prophetic that her parents named her Huma — close as it is to “humiliated.”

Apart from living in the world of “Game of Thrones,” it’s hard to imagine how one woman could suffer as many walks of shame as Huma Abedin has over the past few years.

The put-upon wife of creepy sexter Anthony Weiner has managed to publicly weather two of her husband’s tawdry phone-message scandals. Now she’s forced to relive them, as the documentary “Weiner” hits theaters Friday.

When the couple OK’d filming, they clearly expected a comeback story: “Disgraced congressman rebounds to become mayor.” What unfolded instead became a headline writer’s dream (“Weiner’s Rise and Fall”) and a wife’s nightmare. Yet there’s Abedin standing, however grimly, by her man.

‘I love him, I believe in him, I have forgiven him.’ - Huma Abedin

Though she never raises her voice — the filmmakers often give us subtitles — her body language speaks volumes.

At a press conference announcing Weiner’s run for mayor, Abedin looks straight at him while she mentions his “horrible mistakes.” But when she says, “I love him, I believe in him, I have forgiven him,” she looks everywhere but at her husband.

We see them in the living room of their Park Avenue South apartment, as she watches him play with their toddler son, Jordan. But there’s no joy in her eyes, no hint of a smile. She may as well be thinking, “What will Anthony do next — drop him?”

And it’s always “Anthony,” as if he’s a child, though he’s 12 years older. She in turn is only “Huma” or “my wife.” There’s nary a “honey” between them, at least none the microphones picked up. Even in a rare, lighthearted moment, as the couple read aloud from food labels, they’re standing as far apart as anyone in an NYC kitchen can. And at that point, it was two years after the first texting scandal sent Weiner scurrying from Congress. Carlos Danger — Weiner’s phallic alter ego — probably hadn’t even reared his head.

As transcripts of his bawdy messages with Sydney Leathers and other women hit the papers, Weiner’s seen manning the phones, spinning his story to his own people. Abedin paces, drums her fingers on a desk, smacks her hands. By this point, you’ll want to reach out and slap him yourself.

So why does this bright and powerful woman, now the vice chairwoman of Hillary Clinton’s presidential campaign, suffer such a narcissistic twerp of a husband?

Having a child may help explain it, but so can her background: Born 39 years ago in Michigan, she spent her Wonder Bread years in Saudi Arabia, hardly a haven of women’s rights. At 18 she returned to the US to study at George Washington University and a year later was interning at the White House, carrying first lady Hillary’s handbag.

That time in the White House taught her certain skills. Like both Clintons, who forged ahead during the stained-dress debacle, Abedin knows how to compartmentalize, keeping her feelings at bay so she can do what needs to be done.

Near the end of the film, when Weiner’s communications director heads for the door, clearly distraught, Abedin stops her. The media is out there, she cautions, so the woman must look happy: “It’s an optics thing.”

But as the movie shows us, the worst is yet to come. When Weiner staffers learn that Leathers is lurking outside, eager to ambush him, Abedin bends slightly and grips her elbows, as if willing herself to disappear.

“The heart has its reasons,” the pundits like to say. But how broken must a heart be before the brain takes over and kicks the bastard to the curb?

For Abedin’s sake — and any shred of public dignity she has left — let’s hope that time is nigh.