He began by letting me know he was friends with his ex. What he should have been telling me was that they hadn't figured any of the emotional shit yet. But instead he used me to complain about her. To tell me how glad he was they were mates. To tell me how she was and what she liked. He would even suggest things she wore or hair styles she had. Or nail colours for me. Which made me feel like he wanted me to be a certain way and it wasn't how I was. He'd never say it was his exes taste. But I'd seen enough photos of her to know exactly why he was saying the things he was.
He had mood swings that would sometimes end with weeks of not talking. But he grew out of that. He started punishing me for a day or so as he soon needed me for something. Hed say stuff to reassure me and make it right. Then we'd go through q better patch.
He'd play thick about his phone. Made out women would message him and he'd be all innocent. He had his brothers exes etc all chatting to him and inappropriate things were ofcourse said on their behalf. Never him. He never wanted it or encouraged it.
He would tell me how beautiful I was and then he'd watch me getting ready etc and tell me what colours I'd suit. Or ask me why I don't curl my hair etc. I remember him saying I'd suit bold colours. I often wore pastel jumpers and it felt like he often thought I'd look much better in the opposite to what I had.
He would tell me how unconfident I was. How I lacked experience. How he was going to take me to eat here and try this. He would say he wanted me to be confident whilst putting me down for not living. I often felt this was a comparison to his ex who didn't have children Like I did. I often felt he didn't realise as a mother I had choosen to focus on a family not a luxurious lifestyle.
He went through a stage after a man from school messaged me once where he yelled at me a couple of days later. The row was about me mentioning his ex feeling like the 3rd person in our relationship. He spent the next week talking about attractive women and trying to make me jealous. Told me I was always on my phone and told me I was terrible for always being on Facebook. He said I wasn't as bad as his Ex. I then decided to show him the time I actually spent on Facebook and it ranged from 32 Minuites to 55 a day. He was always on Facebook himself so I also found this abit controlling.
He'd often say when I was sat at his I looked in protective mode. I looked awkward. I looked jumpy and defensive. He'd be asking me if I was bored and OK. Constantly questioning if I wasn't smiling he'd be checking I'm OK. I remember one morning going upstairs to get my jumper. I didn't live with him. He said oh no put one of my jumpers on. I came down wearing my own and he took it that I was being hostile wearing my own clothes. He'd often let me wear a jumper of his to walk home. It was like he felt comfortable if I had his things andi had stuff around his.
He started to tell me I couldn't communicate with him about doubts or worries within the relationship on the phone. He made me out to create problems and overthink. He would say things like I feel you just create stuff. Then he'd ask to get off the phone.
Borrowing money was also common. He gave it back in dribs and drabs. But I never felt like I got enough.
He was earning great money when we first met and off sick the last few months of the relationship. He didn't get me anything at all for Christmas as he was skint. It felt insulting after all the cash I'd given him.
The ex girlfriend was a pernament fixture and I never felt sure of confident he was over her.
In the end I was low. Sad. Confused. Anxious. Skint. Lost. On Egg shells.
The worst thing was I always tried to laugh it off and play it down and make him sound alot better than he was.
I found out he had a fling when he was with his ex and started messaging other women when they were still together. I think he never wanted to loose her and he abused me emotionally because he was frustrated I wasn't her.
That'd my guess.