pink that is exactly it. I 'drive' to his behaviour. It's always my fault, I looked at him funny, I was tired because I'd been at work all day, I didn't answer his texts the second he had sent them. The amount of times he accused me of flirting with other men, including a 60 year old uncle type figure who I have known since I was about 5, haven't seen in 8 years and lives 200 miles away! I could go on, but it just makes me seem more and more of a prat for putting up with it for so long.
The reason he kicked off on Monday was not because he was drunk and insane, oh no. It was because I had that really important work thing and needed to get an early night, so was stressed out. Nothing to do with the three bottles of wine he had drunk. Oh and it was also my fault because I was messaging one of my colleagues who happens to be a lot younger than me and male, about the work thing, and apparently that meant I was flirting. So basically in his head, I drove him to rip my phone up, to tear my duvet off my bed and try to grapple me for my phone. Oh and then I had a cigarette because I was stressed out, and that made me a liar because I said I was going to bed and I clearly wasn't. I could go on, but it is dull and boring.
Glad to hear that you have managed to sort of overcome it, pink. Why do we put up with it in the first place?!
rarity nice to see you, hope you are ok 