I know this is an old post but maybe some people will see it. Reading through these posts fill me with dread - they seem a larger, more prolonged version of what I've been through trying to help this guy.
The beginning of the year, til about Easter, he really treated me badly - taking his temper out on me by snapping at anything I said, mocking me, saying cruel things about me to friends when he knew I could hear him. It took me a while - I have a lot of patience and low self esteem anyway, but it got to the point where after months of this (we were basically living together as flatmates) I put my foot down. Now I can't believe I sunk so low, let him take advantage of me like that. Everytime it got to the point where I couldn't take anymore, he would run instead of facing the problem, take all his stuff back to his room in the flat opposite, saying that he doesn't want to hurt me anymore so he can't hurt me if he's not there to hurt me.
But I fought back.
I'm not sure how to advise anyone else on what to do, and you all seem to have much longer stories than me, but basically, I would advise treating yourself as a friend. If you wouldn't stand for your best girlfriend putting up with that treatment, don't stand for it for yourself. I'm guilty of this too - I roll over and accept crap that I would be furious if a friend accepted. I had low self esteem anyway, and it was forced lower, to the point where I just wanted to sleep for months instead of waking up and having to face another day of all the crap.
I basically allowed him to use me for sex. I have no idea how I managed to sink that low, but I was in love with him (still am, and we gave it another go over Easter and it was so much better) and then had to hear him talking about how he was going to try his luck with all these other girls, or talk about his ex-girlfriend all the time. He was my first, and I'm still reeling from it all - everytime I think I've put it down, gotten over all the crap he put me through, all the months of him convincing me I was second best to everyone else - good enough to f*ck but not good enough to date/commit to.
He's spent months realsiing how badly he hurt me, and he is sorry and contrite and is trying his best to undo those convictions he put in me. But I think some good has come out of it. I had to go that low to know what I wouldn't stand for. To know where my boundaries are. Since Easter, we've had a few arguements, but he's so much better now - when we argue now, he no longer hermitises or convinces himself that I hate him and that I would be better if he was out of my life.
But because I recognise a lot of his 'quirks' now, when he snaps at me, I can remove myself from the immediate situation, work out if his response is merited, and if it isn't tell him calmly but clinically that he is out of order/below the belt, that it's not me he's angry at, so I suggest 'you sit and think about what you're really upset about, because it's not me, and I'm not allowing you to take it out on me. I'm here for you when you need to talk, but you're not going to treat me like crap.'
Part of him snapping at me is because he's given up putting on an act for me - I've somehow always been able to see through it and repeatedly tell him that I am not his audience. So in part it's an odd sort of compliment that he's comfortable enough around me to not bother with an act, but it doesn't stop it being unfair.
Some parts of him are really childish sometimes - so many of his emotional responses - I figure that as so much of his childhood was ruined, he never got the slow development that most of us get as children, to learn the appropriate emotional response to things. So it's like he's learning how to respond now that he's away from his parents for the first time in his life. Things he makes mistakes in, for example, he gets really self destructive and self hating and would give up except for the fact that I wont let him give up (he made me promise not to let him ever give up on a couple of things) and I've ended up telling him that he's the only one with such high expectations of himself, no-one else expects him to be perfect.
I don't know how much of the getting better was him accepting he had a problem (again, something I made him accept because it was just getting worse and worse the more he tried to deny it) or what, but I think part of it was because he couldn't feel so bad about himself for his treatment of me, because I put my foot down and refuses to let him treat me like that anymore. It's just a theory I've had for a little while. Sometimes, they need boundaries, someone to take control, other times, they want the othe rperson to take control when it would be better for them to.
When it comes to you, stand your ground. If you'd be furious at someone treating a friend like that, then don't stand for it yourself.
Just because he has problems, does not make him exempt from proper social interaction. We can offer mitigating circumstances, but if he's out of line, tell him. Also, maybe keep a diary - it's hard to get into it being an everyday thing, but trust me, it helps you sort out your own head, and also it'll give you an alibi - if he starts accusing you of saying things that you didn't, or that he's said, then you'll have proof to show him.
I'm really lucky I suppose, in that I'm not married to this guy, he's just my best friends, there are no children to complicate the matter (there was a pregnancy scare or two though) and when he's calmer, not in the middle of one of his moods, he's really rational and he wants us to be okay as much as I do.
He has yet to prove himself to me after our last big blowout, but wont be able to until we go back to uni in the Autumn, but he's so much better now that I'm able to tell him the truth about how hurt I am. He wasn't strong enough to cope with my truth when it was happening - anytime things weren't okay between us, he ended up passing out more than normal. But he's strong enough now, and it's shocked him that I swallowed all that for his sake, but he's told me quite aggressively that he refuses to lose my friendship, so I am lucky in that he's now, at last, as willing to put up a fight as I am.
I don't know if anything I've said will help anyone, and all your situations are even more convoluted than mine!, but I hope so, as I've managed to learn from the past and my mistakes.
The beginning of the year, til about Easter, he really treated me badly - taking his temper out on me by snapping at anything I said, mocking me, saying cruel things about me to friends when he knew I could hear him. It took me a while - I have a lot of patience and low self esteem anyway, but it got to the point where after months of this (we were basically living together as flatmates) I put my foot down. Now I can't believe I sunk so low, let him take advantage of me like that. Everytime it got to the point where I couldn't take anymore, he would run instead of facing the problem, take all his stuff back to his room in the flat opposite, saying that he doesn't want to hurt me anymore so he can't hurt me if he's not there to hurt me.
But I fought back.
I'm not sure how to advise anyone else on what to do, and you all seem to have much longer stories than me, but basically, I would advise treating yourself as a friend. If you wouldn't stand for your best girlfriend putting up with that treatment, don't stand for it for yourself. I'm guilty of this too - I roll over and accept crap that I would be furious if a friend accepted. I had low self esteem anyway, and it was forced lower, to the point where I just wanted to sleep for months instead of waking up and having to face another day of all the crap.
I basically allowed him to use me for sex. I have no idea how I managed to sink that low, but I was in love with him (still am, and we gave it another go over Easter and it was so much better) and then had to hear him talking about how he was going to try his luck with all these other girls, or talk about his ex-girlfriend all the time. He was my first, and I'm still reeling from it all - everytime I think I've put it down, gotten over all the crap he put me through, all the months of him convincing me I was second best to everyone else - good enough to f*ck but not good enough to date/commit to.
He's spent months realsiing how badly he hurt me, and he is sorry and contrite and is trying his best to undo those convictions he put in me. But I think some good has come out of it. I had to go that low to know what I wouldn't stand for. To know where my boundaries are. Since Easter, we've had a few arguements, but he's so much better now - when we argue now, he no longer hermitises or convinces himself that I hate him and that I would be better if he was out of my life.
But because I recognise a lot of his 'quirks' now, when he snaps at me, I can remove myself from the immediate situation, work out if his response is merited, and if it isn't tell him calmly but clinically that he is out of order/below the belt, that it's not me he's angry at, so I suggest 'you sit and think about what you're really upset about, because it's not me, and I'm not allowing you to take it out on me. I'm here for you when you need to talk, but you're not going to treat me like crap.'
Part of him snapping at me is because he's given up putting on an act for me - I've somehow always been able to see through it and repeatedly tell him that I am not his audience. So in part it's an odd sort of compliment that he's comfortable enough around me to not bother with an act, but it doesn't stop it being unfair.
Some parts of him are really childish sometimes - so many of his emotional responses - I figure that as so much of his childhood was ruined, he never got the slow development that most of us get as children, to learn the appropriate emotional response to things. So it's like he's learning how to respond now that he's away from his parents for the first time in his life. Things he makes mistakes in, for example, he gets really self destructive and self hating and would give up except for the fact that I wont let him give up (he made me promise not to let him ever give up on a couple of things) and I've ended up telling him that he's the only one with such high expectations of himself, no-one else expects him to be perfect.
I don't know how much of the getting better was him accepting he had a problem (again, something I made him accept because it was just getting worse and worse the more he tried to deny it) or what, but I think part of it was because he couldn't feel so bad about himself for his treatment of me, because I put my foot down and refuses to let him treat me like that anymore. It's just a theory I've had for a little while. Sometimes, they need boundaries, someone to take control, other times, they want the othe rperson to take control when it would be better for them to.
When it comes to you, stand your ground. If you'd be furious at someone treating a friend like that, then don't stand for it yourself.
Just because he has problems, does not make him exempt from proper social interaction. We can offer mitigating circumstances, but if he's out of line, tell him. Also, maybe keep a diary - it's hard to get into it being an everyday thing, but trust me, it helps you sort out your own head, and also it'll give you an alibi - if he starts accusing you of saying things that you didn't, or that he's said, then you'll have proof to show him.
I'm really lucky I suppose, in that I'm not married to this guy, he's just my best friends, there are no children to complicate the matter (there was a pregnancy scare or two though) and when he's calmer, not in the middle of one of his moods, he's really rational and he wants us to be okay as much as I do.
He has yet to prove himself to me after our last big blowout, but wont be able to until we go back to uni in the Autumn, but he's so much better now that I'm able to tell him the truth about how hurt I am. He wasn't strong enough to cope with my truth when it was happening - anytime things weren't okay between us, he ended up passing out more than normal. But he's strong enough now, and it's shocked him that I swallowed all that for his sake, but he's told me quite aggressively that he refuses to lose my friendship, so I am lucky in that he's now, at last, as willing to put up a fight as I am.
I don't know if anything I've said will help anyone, and all your situations are even more convoluted than mine!, but I hope so, as I've managed to learn from the past and my mistakes.