I think it is a feminist issue. I think women's mental health is a huge feminist issue. This is not to say men's mental health is not, but IMO there are socially constructed differences and it is important to treat the two separately some of the time.
I also think that emotional abuse is a feminist issue. Again, that's not because I think men are never abused and always abusers, but I think emotional abuse of women by men has specific characteristics. And all the rest of the patriarchial system exacerbates the problem.
I do not think - unless you are a teenager or in a very brief fling - that merely cutting contact is any way to end a relationship. It's not 'a bit cowardly' to do so - it's strange and damaging.
Like garlic, I've been that pyscho ex and yes, wamster, by your standards I got it all wrong.
My ex and I planned to move in together and I was going to look for a place to rent while he started his new job. I drove up to meet him, about 110 miles from where I'd lived before. I would be near my brother and I was looking forward to that. I found he'd 'made a mistake' and the job was actually located a further 50 miles away. I should have gone straight home. I didn't. I was caring for a sick relative and very tired, and couldn't get a job because I was doing the caring and because it was a very, very, bad area of the country for employment. I felt bad I wasn't contributing more. But I could help out by doing the housework, thank goodness. And paying the rent from my savings.
My friends (very far away) told me I was doing too much, that I shouldn't be doing all the housework, that he wasn't treating me right. I didn't hear them. He was so nice to me, and after all I was such a hopeless person, wasn't I? And he'd had a horribly psycho ex, so I needed to be very calm for him.
I kept paying the rent, buying stuff, because I still felt so guilty I couldn't get a job. I kept applying for jobs - and he helped me apply, showing me jobs that would be good. I was overqualified for them, but that didn't mean anything - I'd got it wrong, you see, academic qualifications weren't worth much in the real world. I felt like such a fool. And he was so busy - and I was so lazy: no wonder I couldn't get a job. And we knew the year after he had to go and live elsewhere, and we'd have a year apart, but I had to be patient because he was in it for the long haul - we'd shared finances after all, I'd paid for more now and he'd pay back later.
Eventually, I applied for a postgraduate course and got in. He helped me find a room to rent - an expensive one so there'd be room for him to come and stay. He said he might be very busy and not have much time to visit me if I went off studying. We kept arguing. I felt awful; I felt really unstable. He could see I was mentally very ill, he said. But no, he didn't want to split up, no.
I went to see my parents, and he rang to say sorry, he had a new girlfriend.
Bad timing, but there we were. Could I drive up immediately to clear out the house? I got there; he said he felt too emotional, he couldn't stay in the house with me. Would I clear out on my own, please?
And I did. And thereafter, I called him and I ranted and I cried, and I was upset. I had no clue what was going on. I was mentally a total mess, but if I'd only seen it, I was getting better and it was the point when I got that postgrad course that he lost interest. I am the psycho ex, but that pattern of his behaviour for me is the absolute blueprint of an entitled, abusive man.