Random anecdote...
My ex-H moved out nearly 7 years ago, thank fuck.
I just moved house and in the last kitchen cupboard we packed up, I found all these nice spode mugs, still in the boxes. I'd totally forgotten about them. When ex-h still lived with me, he broke my favourite things so often that I bought and hid extras so I could replace them. Once he'd moved out, I no longer needed to even think about the existence of the spares and I had completely forgotten about them. and that I used to do that.
He broke things - only ever things I liked - not the horrible mismatched chipped crap - at least once a week.
Since he moved out, we have had 3 breakages in nearly 7 years. That's a household with 3 children, who were quite young at the start of that time.
My 'normal' until he left was near-constant smashing of my things, by accident'. It really wore me down.
He also melted a projector I bought myself that I loved.
He spilled paint down the stairs of a friend while we stayed with her.
He never broke his own things, or anything at work.
He was abusive in other ways too, and an all-round cuntblister, but finding those mugs did bring back a lot of memories.