I've been separated quite a short time and yesterday I realised that I didn't have the log book for my car, so had to go to the ex's place to find it.
So, the second I got there, without even saying hello or anything, he starts up with "It's not here, why would it be here?"
I said that it wasn't in the car where it would normally be, and did he remember that he needed it a few months ago and brought it into the house:
"No, I don't remember that at all; I've never seen the fucking thing in my life" (always his standard response whenever anything is mislaid)
"Well, could you perhaps help me to look for it?"
"No I can't; I'm busy. Why are you coming in here throwing accusations about? You really are an absolute fucking cow, you know that, don't you? What a fucking witch. If you've lost the fucking thing, you find it ..."
and on and on and on.
I found it without much trouble (he still maintained he had never ever clapped eys on it before) and left without another word, but he carried on with this torrent of abuse almost non-stop.
It shouldn't really bother me any more but I was quite teary all through the evening and still feel upset this morning. I think it's more shock than anything else, though: his behviour is so insane and so far away from normal and really quite scary.
I so wish I could never ever see him again and forget all about him.