This post is so good, because I have spent so long wondering if I was in an abusive relationship.
I think the point at the beginning is true, the men are not necessarily abusers, they are just petty, selfish, insecure etc. That is totally what I think of my ex.
He was Mr Wonderful (if slightly boring) at the beginning. We dated for 3 years, then got engaged, then got married once we'd been together 4 years, so it certainly wasn't a whirlwind. The first time I saw a warning sign was just before we got engaged and we were about to move in together. He went mental at me at waterloo train station - shouting at me to 'move it' across the platform because I was too slow to swipe my oyster card. It was so humiliating. A voice in my head said just walk away, as we weren't living together I could just go home. But we had lined up flats to see the next morning near where he lived and I was desperate to move out of my shared house.
I told him forcefully if he ever spoke like that to me again I would punch him in the face. (ha ha - he will prob say I was abusive) But actions speak louder than words, and the fact I went back with him that night rather than walking away showed who was in charge.
Then the whole flat hunting episode he treated me badly. We were going to my close friend's birthday party in a restaurant out of town, and he wouldn't let me look up on his computer where it was or how to get there. He said he knew so I wasn't allowed to look it up. Then when we got to the train station he admitted he didn't know and it was my fault for not sorting it out properly. Then he forced me to go and ask in a bar while he hid outside. I had to go into the loo and cry my eyes out as he was being so mean and controlling. Then when I came out he shouted at me for taking so long. Then he said he wasn't going to go to her party and he was going to leave me stranded late at night in the middle of nowhere.
I knew in theory I could go back home to my own flat as we still weren't living together but I couldn't face telling my friend we weren't coming to her birthday meal. Anyway I burst into hysterical sobs as I couldn't understand why he was being so awful. That gave him a fright and he said sorry and we went to the meal together in the end.
Anyway things just got worse after that, I ignored all signs until we were married, when it got bad on honeymoon. Then really bad when I was pregnant, then even worse when DD was born and I couldn't fight back.
Just to give you an update I left him in the summer, but he is now back on the scene as I am about to give birth to a new baby. It's been good reading this post as it has reminded me of all the dangers. Wish me luck as I try to manage everything!!!