Some interesting stuff on this thread.
My h is reclusive, and has a problem socialising with me. He was always happy for me to socialise alone, which was not what I wanted.
He was always perfectly normal until something triggered a weird reaction in him, and he would verbally abuse me, relentlessly. Once he started, he couldn't seem to stop.
I have come to realise that he has MAAAAASSSSIVE (YES THAT BIG!) issues with his mother, and is transferring her onto me. We got together as she was dying. She was an alcoholic....he once told me, when in one of his weird abusive states, that I drink two litres of wine EVERY night. Well I like a glass of wine, but two litres? And then the school run? He was talking about her, not me.
He told me that his mother would ruin every single social event that they ever attended, including christmasses at home, because of alcohol.
We, (him, me and dc's), were invited to a famous actors birthday party. I was VERY excited, we booked a hotel room etc etc, and the night before, he went into one these weird states where he said that we wouldn't be going because I would get drunk and show him up. I was devastated at this, because I was so looking forward to going, he had made a unilateral decision, based on something that simply wasn't true. Gutted.
After his therapy last year, he was starting to get over this to an extent, we went to a wedding and two funerals together!!!! Although the first funeral took two therapists to get sorted. ( Jesus flippin' wept eh?)
At one of the funerals, I FINALLY met people who had known him since college, and I invited them to come and visit us at home, which they were really keen to do. I don't know what he was always so frightened of. I don't know why he wasn't aware that I am NOT his dead mother.
When he was younger, he was so ashamed of his family, that he wouldn't tell people where he lived, and if he ever got a lift home, he would get them to drop him a few streets away...he still lives his life, hiding a few streets away.
He has upped the stakes therapy wise, and is waiting to go on a perp programme. He cannot live with me and the kids though, it's all too weird, and too damaging.
I feel desperately sorry, but I cannot help him, only he can. And I love him to bits, despite it all.