I have been in a couple of relationships like this. With men who go loco if I dare to be remotely friendly with another man. Freezing me out, side-eyeing me, saying 'you know what you fucking did!' when I ask what on earth is wrong, and even going as far as to call me a slag when I am cheery and friendly with a man.
Whilst dating this one particular guy, I leaned out of passenger window in his car once, when he had pulled up at the lights, and shouted 'hi Dave, how are doing mate, haven't seen you for a while' to a man I knew from my old neighbourhood. My partner at that time turned around to me when I had wound the window back up, and said 'you fucking slag!' I said 'what?'
He said 'hanging out the window with your fucking tits on show!' Then he went silent, then drove down the road a bit, pulled into a layby and said 'get out you fucking whore.'
I was literally gobsmacked. He drove off. I was 3 miles from home, and not on a bus route, and had to walk home. No mobile phones then. This was mid 1980s when I was about 19-20.
I was so upset, and my dad was furious when I told him what had happened.
Cheeky twat rang me the next day, and said he will think about forgiving me if I say sorry, and mean it, and SHOW him I'm sorry. (Whatever THAT means!)
My dad was closeby and listening, and he grabbed the phone off me and said 'if you ever come near my daughter again, or even attempt to ring her, I will fucking kill you.'
Line went dead. Never heard from him or saw him again. When I looked back over the relationship (had been nearly 4 months,) there had been quite a few red flags, I just hadn't noticed them. Telling me I look better with no make up, telling me I need to cut my hair as he prefers girls with short hair, and telling me women shouldn't work when they have children. Also slated my weight/figure, telling me I need to shape up a bit and losing a stone wouldn't do me any harm. (I'm 5 ft 4 and was 8 stone 10.)
Watching and listening to Omar, and the way he's treating Rihanna is chilling.