This all went down last night and though DP has now apologised profusely, I'm finding it really hard to like him much.
DP said he was going out with a friend last night. I was going out with girlfriends. At 22:10 I sent him a text saying, "Hi, are you still out? xxx" as we were wrapping up and I was wondering if DP and I could train home together.
9 minutes later I got this: "No - decided to have a drink near home. Need space. Love you xxx p.s. time to think" - I've never had a text like this from DP before, so I texted back saying, "Are you ok? Bit worried." On one of my friends looked at it too and said it sounded a bit odd, for him.
An hour, 2 calls and a text informing him I was now on my way home, and then that I had lost my keys (I left them in the office, stupidly) I was sitting on the front step wondering where he was. He then texted saying he was heading home - clearly drunk, couldn't spell, no punctuation.
He then asked me to meet him at a bar (which I did as I had no keys) where he was clearly drunk, and then got angry because I'd got a cab back (I was worried by the text and wanted to get home quickly) - accused me of being controlling, of not understanding that a 'bloke' needs space, that it was suffocating to get the cab back and forcing him to come home. He then accused me of pretending I'd forgotten my keys to get him to come home - I repeatedly invited him to look in my bag and pockets, which he refused to do but maintained I had my keys in there. He told me to grow up - I was sober by the way, but I did get angry with him - and that if I 'understood' or 'knew' him I'd know the text meant nothing. Our argument continued for about an hour during which he repeatedly shouted at me - and basically accused me of suffocating and controlling him all the time - that I should trust him more - which I do! He kept saying that a 'bloke' needs space - to which I replied that no, people need space, and you do too. Eventually he walked away (where to, who knows) and a nice man from a restaurant came out to see if I was ok.
I texted him, and he came back, apologetic, and said we should go to the bar. Where he proceeded to down two tequila shots! I wasn't comfortable, and we left pretty quickly - he then kept alternating between apologising and telling me he was wrong, to accusing me of it being my fault - eventually I kept saying, "We've had this argument four times now; I won't have it again." I made it clear that it's absolutely fine for him to have space - we both need some space - but that the text freaked me out ... he wasn't where he said he would be (turns out he did a pub tour of the route home, on his own), wasn't contactable, was clearly very, very drunk ... he was communicating in a way that was threatening and unloving.
I slept on the sofa. This morning he was still drunk, but not as badly as he was last night and kept apologising for being "a fucking dickhead" And about an hour ago I finally got a decent apology. But I'm still pissed off.
AIBU? Is he? Am I controlling?? Sorry, so long.