Dh has a history of frantic secret porn watching and wanking every minute of the day. I kid you not. He had a callous on his cock. And was always to tired to do anything with me, porn hideen all over the house, in every format, secrets, sneakiness and lies.
My stepdad was well into porn and young girls and tried to show me his collection (which is illegal) and I was abused as a kid by an older boy, again obsessed with girls and sex.
For various reasons I have had a breakdown in the past few weeks,,been suicidal and am now getting help. I am on anti anxiety mediaction.
I have found some shitty fucking 'spoken word' old record in a box called 'blonde on blonde' from 1979 with a sleazy cover and a phil collins record. I brought them down to show him and said, 'this shit offends me, I fucking hate phil collins!' 
I was making light of it, and said, shall I bin them, cue horror from dh, 'you can't bin them!' me oh ok and I walked out.
I flipped. I took them into the shed and bashed the hell out of both records with a hammer 
i flung them on the table and said good luck selling these prize records, or did you want to listen to them again? Is your favourite song on by 'blonde on blonde?' He gives me evils. Not talking to me now. I don't care.
Fucking blonde on blonde, fuck off you twat. Whats more important, some stu[pid blonde bitches puffing and panting on a record or your wife's mental state? Oh wait, I am neither blonde nore panting, also I don't respond at the click of a button so what use am I, callous cock.
Fucks sake I've had it/