I used to get the 'leaving you if X Y or Z' threats too until I made it clear that the next time he said it, it would be over. And now it's me seriously discussing the option of leaving. But I am deadly serious, whereas I'm not sure he was - he seemed to enjoy the drama and liked keeping me on my toes.
Back in the early days we had a lot of fun, but sometimes I'd see a darker side. Sometimes it was like anything I said would be taken wrong on purpose, it could be tiny, but it all had to be mulled over while he twisted everything round in his mind (making me the villain) and I'd be waiting with baited breath to see what the judgement was...would he stay with me? Looking back, I wonder - why did I care? Why did I keep on playing the game? Why was I so desperate for his approval.
I recall one time he'd delayed us for a flight abroad because of something to do with his gran's cat, he hadn't seen her eat the food that morning or something fairly trivial like that. I'd said 'but it's a cat' meaning, she'll eat the food when she's ready as cats are so independent, plus it's his gran's cat and she wasn't going away, we were - so what's the issue? Well he flipped. According to him he had to decide if he could tolerate someone who thought so little of animals as to be dismissive of it, apparently I was cruel to animals, didn't care if the cat starved to death, if his gran was upset, I'm the most awful person in the world, etc etc. He delayed us further because of this and was apparently on the verge of deciding if to still travel to our holiday or not. At the time I was baffled, begging forgiveness, no clue how on earth i'd ended up in this terrible row that was jeopardising our holiday. How on earth could he think those things of me? I loved his gran and all her pets. That's one of the first moments I recall feeling my sense of self totally shaken, there'd been other glimmers and odd moments but that was one that sticks out to me. Was I really all these terrible things he saw me as? I hadn't meant to say such a cruel thing, I was sure I hadn't been cruel about the cat...but did I? Was I remembering correctly?
Lucky me, he decided he could put up with my disgusting animal cruelty and came on the holiday. But he wouldn't speak to me for the first day or so. I felt like I was on edge the whole time and didn't know what to say or do. I wish I could go back to that moment, unpack the suitcase and say 'ok bye then'.
He did this quite regularly, booked me a city break for my birthday, then the day before we ended up in a huge row and he had to 'think things over'. I've never actually noticed the pattern til typing this, that's interesting. Maybe he was feeling stressed and looking for an 'out'? Or maybe sensed my attention/excitement was elsewhere and wanted to claim it back? I would have to 'make it up to him' and spend the trip feeling anxious and that I had to be on my best behaviour. He has ruined Paris, Ibiza, Dublin and Edinburgh for me this way and I felt sick when a friend recently suggested one of those places but wasn't sure why - now I know! Probably the only trip he hasn't tainted was our honeymoon, so at least I have some nice memories of that.