Oh how I remember everything was my fault. My XAH was so nasty, nothing was off limits to him. I could never have a civil debate or disagreement with him because it was always my fault. Early on, I cried and took it to heart but finally learned his ways and just ignored it and stopped reacting to it but he didn’t like that. One of his favorite sayings was that I didn’t know how to be married. He was right, I didn’t know how to be married to an angry drunk!