Just want to write some things down that happened since my last post. Just so I stay strong otherwise I will start missing him...
Firstly, he looked fucking pathetic. Biting his nails, stroking his chin and generally putting his hands in front of his mouth when he was talking. I can't explain it, but it went right through me.
Secondly, he returned to where I had decided to stay to enjoy my wine and lunch. Boo. We spoke for a bit but I did not budge on the issue. He said it was up to me to sort it out. I haven't done anything, so don't hold your breath. If I don't sort it out, he is moving away. Well he has fallen out with his mum (because she won't pay his rent!) so his next option involves a plane journey to his dad's which may or may not happen. So basically I was being threatened with paying his rent or him going abroad and him saying i was going to end up with a fst ugly husband. This is financial and emotional abuse. My cash card stayed in my purse.
Thirdly, he bollocked me for making EVERYTHING ABOUT ME. I normally apologise, minimise my issues and try to accommodate his. Instead, today, I went 'do you know what. I am making it about ME. You're right. But actually I'm in this relationship too so I'm within my rights to make it about me when you upset me'.
Fourthly, he tried to make me BEG to have him back. I point blank refused. He genuinely thinks I should feel lucky to have him. No more. I'm a fucking catch. I have a career, a brain, a sense of humour, wide interests, a cracking figure and some lovely clothes. I'm not grovelling for his cock.
Fifth, while talking at me, interrupts himself to suggest going to fuck. Nope, not remotely horny. He says - don't blame me when I cheat on you. Nice.
Sixth, accuses me of using him for sex. Sweetheart, if I was going to use someone for sex, I would choose someone less selfish.
Seventh, I apparently have MADE him beg me for money. Pointed out he could have got a job instead of sponging off me. Is what other people do. I would much rather he not rely on me. He really thinks me giving him money is him doing me a favour. I've seen a jacket in Hobbs I really want.
Eighth, I am to blame for his poor mental health. Boo fucking hoo. He wants to try: having to make sure you eat quietly, getting shouted at for choosing the wrong table in a bar or restaurant (every time without fail), not being able to like friends Facebook statuses, getting looked up and down with horror when wearing flats, getting told you can't make tea or cook (least I fucking try), getting shouted at for texting or emailing him at the wrong time, having to make sure not to talk about work (moaning is insensitive because at least I have a job), knowing he won't kiss me because he thinks I need my braces. I've been in therapy for the last year. Wonder why.
He's a catch, isn't he? So mad with myself. I hope I can keep hold of the self esteem and backbone I found today. It's come from nowhere. It really has.