One day during one blazing row after I refused yet again to let him get a loan against our house so he could buy a new car as he had trashed his being stupid and reckless, he threw the laundry basket at me almost hitting one of the cats and I just thought "I've had enough, hurt me by all means but harm the cat and I'll harm you". I literally spat out "how fucking dare you".
He stormed off to his room (he had moved into the spare room as my punishment for me refusing the loan and not getting pregnant). He ranted at me, accused me of having an affair because I had found my voice. Then when I refused to play his silly game of telling a friend I couldn't be friends with him like I was a naughty child he shouted "I want a divorce" I said "fine let's do it" and walked off.
He made my life hell after that, twisting things, telling my parents I was having an affair, locking me out, threatening to destroy me and anyone I was friends with, he paraded the girls he was trying to get with, brought them to our home knowing I was there, told me I should move out and that he's getting what he deserved when the house was sold.
He then changed jobs to a minimum wage job cutting the household income by about 20k because in his words he had supported the house long enough it was my turn to pay and if we lost the house it would be my fault.
I'm glad I refused the loan as otherwise we would have walked away with 30k less meaning I would not have got enough to start again.
The day I left that house was the start of my new life, a life he couldn't mess with. One where no man will hit, belittle or intimidate me ever again.
He still believes he did nothing wrong and still blames me for his behaviour as I "didn't know when to stop or walk away" or do as I was told.