In the beginning he seemed very caring and I’m sure empathetic when talking stories. I did notice he seemed to come out of his stories as the wronged party.
As the years went by he just appeared to have had an empathy transplant. It felt like hate but he didn’t want to leave me. (I did leave). I would say his empathy was transactional on whether he thought I was giving him enough of what he needed. He was very quick to say he wasn’t getting enough from me but I started to feel like why should I when you don’t care about anything that happens to me. For example when I told him his shouting made me anxious but he would always tell me I was too sensitive. That’s the point I said enough is enough as we both don’t seem to care anymore, it became really toxic and I didn’t like the way I was becoming.
He was a lot more devastated than I thought because I genuinely believed he couldn’t stand me. He said he couldn’t live without me and he had thoughts of suicide (well he didn’t and he moved on quite quickly). It’s all a bit of a head f##k. I became someone quite different but not for the better with him.