Nearly.
I'd had years of accusations that had escalated from comments like 'women out after dark are only there to pick up men' and 'It's not you I'm worried, it's the men out there/I know what you're like when you're out (HOW?) to him sending nasty messages using my phone, pretending to be me in the hope that the response would give him proof - and accusing me of cheating because I had a shower both before and after my smear test that I didn't want/need him to attend.
I was getting more and more pissed off and actually started going out without him (at which point, he began saying he was in one place and then following me to 'oh, fancy seeing you here, darling!' or 'I had to come and find you because there's an emergency and you weren't answering your phone' (usually something like he'd heard something in the news that there was a murder of a sex worker reported 40 miles away and I was obviously a victim that hadn't been discovered yet, so he'd driven 100 miles to save me) - to the extent that the local doormen would refuse him entry without telling me because they knew he was just being stalky and weird.
When I managed to persuade him to go back to his own flat for a bit before he lost the tenancy for not being there, the relief was incredible. And yes, I had to do it that way because if had thought I was going to finish with him, he'd have given notice on the flat and refused to leave. Naturally, the accusations came thick and fast by text and he claimed he could see me in the pub with somebody and was just off to kill himself now, amongst other things.
The last straw was having a group of us climbing out of a venue window wearing costumes because he was outside claiming there was an emergency and he had to be let in to find me, but he wouldn't tell the doorman what it was, it was just 'really important family matters'. When we go to the next place, I decided 'fuck it, I'm going to be accused of all sorts anyway' so I had more than one drink and ended up having a lovely hug and a kiss on the forehead.
The emergency finally turned out to be his mother was going on her first date since being widowed. Like I gave a fuck one way or another how he felt about that. And yes, I was accused of being more interested in having sex with x person (because he'd seen me snogging that person through three bouncers, two brick walls and a solid oak door, apparently) whilst he was suffering because his father was dead and his mother was moving on instead of mourning his Daddy'. With somebody that wasn't even in the group that night, not the guy who hugged me.
Had the man that hugged me invited me to stay with him that night, I would have done, because I was at the point of as I was going to be accused of cheating anyway, I might as well have had some decent sex for a change to show for it.
I dumped him in the end the following morning by telling his mother I'd call the police if he ever contacted me again.
I'm sure any subsequent mugs were told by him that I cheated throughout.