Hello everyone, I've been lurking 
Someone suggested I post here, and reading some of your stories, my ex sounds like he has been to the same school of twunts as many of yours 
I told my ex in February this year it was over, it was like someone flicked the switch, I have no idea where I got the bravery from, it was the final straw.
Basically last year I found texts from OW, saying 'need to see you tomorrow' now this person was vaguely known to us both, I didn't let on I had seen it and to cut story short I caught him in her house the next day.
I was devastated but foolishly believed him when he said nothing happened. It all got brushed under the carpet, and although my memory is very very clear of the facts he still claims my recollection is wrong 
Since then it was never the same, his behaviour has always been controlling, but I was blind to it, bought me skirts and dresses as gifts, because he thought I didn't dress feminine enough. Criticised how I walked, talked, I was banned from using the word shag, as he thought it was too crass.
Then he turned against my friends saying they were taking advantage of me when I offered to help them, then my sister was banned from coming over, she is a bit odd mind!
A light bulb moment came on Boxing Day, my parents sphere staying with me, he was off his face on booze, and now this is going to sound silly - he was sat snarling looking at my mum.
When my mum got up and helped herself to cheese and biscuits, he flew off. The handle, stormed off out to the pub.
I made excuses, went up to my DS room and just sobbed into a pillow.
I knew then what I had to. Do, but it took me a few more months to build up the strength.
He began acting strange on his mobile again and in feb I checked it to find him agreeing to meet a different OW.
That's when I told him it was over. It was the biggest relief of my life, however things then went from bad to worse.
He would not accept he had done anything wrong he had answers for everything, however never told him everything I knew and had read, so he just lied.
I had everything from threats to kill himself, sobbing hysterically, threatening to leave me with nothing, the list goes on.
So the house went on the market, we are not married and have no DC together, two mercies!
Although I have a DS who lives with me.
He has continued to refuse to move out, saying that as I wanted out I should go,I have no family in 100 miles of me, no friends with spare rooms.
He on the other hand has all his family within half an hour, whoi know are willing to have. Him, but he won't go. I suppose this is a control thing??
I'm stuck in this hideous limbo now 
If you have read this far, thank you, it has felt good getting it all out, and when I read it back it makes me realise he is the one who is abusive, it sounds daft but I have to keep reminding myself I have not done anything wrong as the constant mind games continue.
I suppose there are no answers, but if anyone has any words of wisdom, I would appreciate it
I will keep watching the thread and sending all those who need it a hug