ugh. i got crap thrown in my face all the time...that i didn't even do!
a personal favorite of my xabf's was to come home and tell me he had turned down an invitation with his friends because he knew i wouldn't like the event, only for me to tell him that i WOULD like it (or at least the dignity to make up my own damn mind), and that i thought we should go. regardless of whether we went, or not, said events always came back to haunt me as he, not so nicely, pointed that finger at me and said it was MY fault that we could never do anything with his friends.