For me, there was always a massive row immediately before any occasion I was looking forward to, or during it. If there was any occasion where he could engineer something to to make me distraught and ruin it for me it was irresistible to him.
God, it's like reading my life. Day before our wedding? "Yeah, I want to draw up a pre nup and if you don't do it, it's off tomorrow."
Birth of my babies? "You're lucky I'm even here".
Valentine's? Birthdays? Stories of huge presents coming my way. And on the day I'd get nothing, because "actually, other people bought you too much and you're not going to make a mug of me"
And if you point out how horrible any of this behaviour (obviously) is, you are treated with contempt and disrespect. If you object to the contempt and disrespect, you are "crazy." And now it's alllllll your fault, because "who would buy a present for a crazy person?!".
If I hadn't been so vulnerable, and pregnant with my babies throughout all this, I'd have left long long before I did. I just wasn't strong enough, throwing up every day and panicking with a twin birth.
There was also a pattern where things of mine got mysteriously damaged after a row - always meaningful or expensive things.
Ahhhhh ha ha ha ha. I'm not laughing in amusement. More in recognition and disgust. The one off china mug I excitedly found on eBay for a fiver, but was the same one I had as a small child? Smashed when I caught him on the phone to another woman. I have mild OCD, and if something is a set of six, and one breaks, and you can't replace that single item, I have to replace the set as it bothers me that it's not complete. My expensive (and discontinued) wine glasses? Smashed one. The matching tumblers? Smashed one. The pair of granite pots I got for my 18th, and had sat pristine for 20yrs? Smashed one when he realised I'd put a picture of my scan on social media (having been told by him that I wasn't allowed) and the prostitute he'd been knocking around with had seen it.
The fact I'm still standing, or indeed any of us are, is testament to who we are. These people are evil.