This is my first time posting so please be gentle. I've tried to keep it as short as I can but it's still ended up this long...
I own my flat and rent the second bedroom to a couple. Initially I advertised for just one person, but I agreed to meet them and we got on very well. The girlfriend, from now on called Sweetie, is great. The problem is the boyfriend, from now on referred to as Spencer (like in Made In Chelsea, because he's exactly like him both in looks and personality!). I can't even pinpoint how, or when, it all started. They moved in during the second half of January. Gradually he became more and more hostile to the idea of me having DP, friends, and even family members over, which I mentioned happens twice a month when they moved in. It was so slow and subtle I barely realised until this incident in March - my real, 'DING DING DING something ain't right' moment.
Sweetie and Spencer came home one Sunday when I had DP and my brother over. I greeted them and introduced my brother, Sweetie said a cheery hello, and Spencer muttered, "oh, DP's here" - zero acknowledgement of my brother - and went into their room and slammed the door! He had previously seen me upset after a silly fight with DP (which was sorted out the next day), and told me to "get rid of this dude", and since then he's been hideous when DP is around, but not through any concern for me - it's because Spencer's irritated that I didn't take his advice.
Things really came to a head about a month ago.
Sweetie was away for the weekend and he'd had a terrible screaming argument down the phone at her on Saturday morning (which I could hear through the walls), so I'd avoided him all day. In the evening, when I thought he'd calmed down, I tried to bring up that he and/or Sweetie had left the gas hob on (and burning) and gone to work on Friday morning, and I'd only noticed because I went into the kitchen before work. He immediately got defensive and started yelling at me that I'd done it after dinner one time, and I was a hypocrite, etc., so I said "ok, fine, I didn't know that, nevermind then" and went back into my room to avoid him again.
He was obviously stewing about this for the next three hours because later he came into my room and yelled at me, called me patronising and waited for me to open my mouth and say "but - " or "well - " before he carried on. I'm ashamed to say that I was really, really frightened. He was extremely aggressive and the adrenalin going around my system was making my heart pound so hard that I'm sure he saw it. DP couldn't help me because he was at work, but he was furious.
Since then I've decided to move DP in and them out, so here comes my problem. DP and I have actually just been on holiday. I got back on Wednesday and I haven't been home yet because I'm dreading going back there so much! The thought of going today is making me so anxious my heart starts pounding when I think about it. I'm normally a very confident person who won't hesitate to call someone out on their crappy behaviour. What's happened to me?!
I'm so worried about the reaction I'm going to get. I know it's pretty silly but he was so aggressive and nasty before over just being told that he "left the hob on, so please can we be more careful". I was going to offer them until the end of July (I need the money) but I don't know if I can live with him this long, and I get so anxious every time I have to go home, even from work or a little outing. My parents say I can live at their house until then, which is so kind of them, but I feel it's like admitting defeat. I should be enjoying my first home and I can't (yet). 