I guess my bottom started when XABF reacted violently to my attempts to "detach with love" because I wasn't getting upset enough for his tastes. I had finally crawled into bed, and he came storming in and started throwing things, ripping the sheets off my bed, and yelling directly in my face all these horrible things.
I got really angry, took a swing at him, missed, and startled both of us so much that I announced "I'm going to work!" and he didn't try to stop me. I went to work at 10pm that night, my cell phone still on the charger, and spent the night there.
I found this forum overnight while searching for "raging alcoholic" and you can read the rest from there. I did eventually go to the psychologist, XABF eventually went to rehab, and he tried to control my life so much from inside that I finally bought the book I was recommended and started reading all about abusive men.
And that, as they say, was that. I'm not getting back on that roller coaster.