This may seem odd and extreme, but it made me see life differently.
When I met DH I had bouts of self destructive behaviour and depression, I'd been through some abuse and unhealthy relationships. I manage to come across pretty stable and normal though.
I moved in with him after the 1st date and about a week later, we were out and I got shit faced on whiskey Which started my depressive self destructive behaviour off. As we left to walk home I was sparing for a fight with him, I was aggressive, nasty and just wanted and out and out argument. I was angry(but not at him) but made it about him, I was out to push all the buttons for an explosive reaction.
The reaction never came, he just helped me staggar home, didn't even patronize me, belittle me or laugh at me. nothing. by the time we were home I was feeling tired and sick. he just tucked me into bed, whilst I still called him all the names under the sun.
I woke the next morning fully expecting us to be over and ready to storm out with my bags. He just made me a cuppa tea and asked how I was. This threw me right off balance as I was so use to how things would normally pan out on my well worn path.
I never did it again. It was like subconsciously I finally felt secure. It changed my life. I was talking to my brother on the phone a few days later, and he wouldn't believe I hadn't taken anything, because I sounded happy and conversation was lively, it was so out of character for me.
I know my behaviour then was abusive and I'd tell any woman (or man) on the receiving end of that kind of behaviour to run a mile.