The one that was most painful was a guy who looking back I realize was emotionally and verbally abusive after we split up, and physically/sexually abusive (ignoring my safeword) when we were together. He had a temper all along which I found very stressful as I'd had enough of that from my father as a child.
It was a BDSM relationship and I was the sub. I said to him that I needed to see him more often for various reasons. He said that my asking for something I needed was a 'fundamental misunderstanding of our relationship' and uncollared me. As always until recently, what I wanted to say was on the tip of the tongue but I wasn't assertive enough to say it. I wanted to say that I might be a sub but that doesn't mean I'm not a person with needs that I can ask to be met.
After we split he called things I did to try and win him back what they mostly completely weren't- being friendly/flirty was 'passive aggressive, sending him something I thought he would like was being an 'attention whore.'
He also used things I'd said as ammunition, such as I'd said I found it hard to keep friendships (I have autistic traits but didn't know that then) and he said I was 'socially inept.'
He would flirt with me over text in the morning, then when I responded in kind later, he knew I have bipolar and he gaslighted me, he tried to say that me responding to what he was doing was based on nothing and ' concerned face' and a sign I was insane.
I didn't know why this relationship effected me for such a long time, 6 months of brooding over it and blaming myself, when it had only been an LDR of a couple of months. It's only recently I've realized it was because he was so verbally/emotionally abusive.
Sorry for the downbeat story! At least I didn't have to bother with the amount of BDSM anymore, beatings etc, which had become very boring.
Here's one where the bloke was more mockworthy looking back, one of the twattiest ones.
I didn't feel like sex one evening when he was visiting and he told the friends we were staying with that I was 'a tease' (How retro! He was a much older guy) and left. I went to the station with him and he called me a 'psychic vampire.' I asked if I would see him again and he said 'Maybe- if you're lucky.' Looking back there were a lot of signs he was a narc- he was 47 and he'd refer to himself as 'the alpha male.' 