My ex was a controlling little bastard (we broke up 25 years ago and he still thinks he owns me,im not allowed to have a relationship,friendship or a job without his say-so apparently)
We had two kids and he would threaten to take them away from me-i was young and believed him
My narc mother told me I wasn't trying hard enough and it was all my fault he was behaving like this
One day he said he was going to the shop and I asked if he'd buy me a packet of smoky bacon crisps
He went into my purse (I had very little money and what i did have was meant for the kids milk and nappies) and took £40 out of it
Headed off to the shop and came back with 2 bags of crisps (I didn't know about the £40 at this point)
We settled down to watch some shitty movie and a sex scene came on
I just thought 'I need to have sex with someone else-i cannot have sex with this man again'
My skin just crawled at the thought of it
I then found he'd taken the £40 and he tried to tell me what's what he spent on my crisps-two bags of walkers cost £40 according to him
I threw him out,he kept trying to come back in and he made my life hell,taking me to court to see the kids as a form of control,going through my stuff,stealing what little money I had,shitting in my toliet without flushing and destroying anything nice I had
(at one point he poured black coffee over a cross stitch he knew I'd spent months working on and was almost finished,got his brother to wank on a pair of new jeans I'd saved so hard to buy my child and pissed on my new carpet-loads more but thats the gist)
Took me 2 years to get shot of him totally (thankfully he got bored) and he still bangs on about how I owe him £40 (he's never paid a penny for his kids as 'that bitch will spend it on herself') as I apparently stole that cash from him and spent it on myself
If I go back to my hometown and see him in the street,he barks like a dog at me or whistles like he's trying to recall one