My A barely talks to me these days. But he used to turn on me in the past-insulting, blaming, accusing, etc. Probably because I was the only one he had any contact with after losing all his friends. I didn't need my eyes opened, I saw it quite clearly. But over time I learned the art of detachment which has helped to save my sanity. Ironically, the more I detached and quit enabling, the less he turned on me and the more he left me alone.