He does always pay back any money at least. He is weak, and I am strong, and that is mostly the dynamic of the relationship. If all else fails he manipulates me by claiming to be suicidally depressed. He does sometimes suffer from depression, so, particularly after seeing TG's thread about supporting a partner with depression, I felt momentarily bad, and doubted myself. After we spilt up he claimed to be depressed, (which is mostly why I agreed to stay friends), said he was going to get counselling, and blamed a coke binge on me, (hence his financial difficulties were all my fault). Since I ignored the email he sent to berate me for causing him unnecessary embarrassment, he has emailed me again in a slightly more benevolent tone, and also tried to reassure me that he's not seeing anyone. All fairly classic stuff for a narcissist to do.
I think that maybe I'm the idiot, because I've been trying to have a relationship with him even though I am often aware of his attempts to wreck my self-esteem. I know he is doing it because he feels rubbish about himself, or is sometimes jealous of me, and just feel kind of sorry for him. Also his masculinity just doesn't seem to be able to handle me going to the local boxing club, or doing door work, it's undermining for him, and he also feels insecure enough about himself that he thinks I will meet someone else. He hasn't said as much, but he isn't good at direct and assertive communication. The crunch finally came when he picked me up from somewhere, and saw me waiting outside talking to a man. He was absolutely vile all the way home to the point where I got out of the car, and slammed the door hard enough to break it. He shouted at me and called me a slut

. All without mentioning that he wasn't entirely happy about me talking to wotshisname. He was having tantrums about my timekeeping, the fact that I'd accidentally left my phone at his house, he was actually shouting and punching things when it turned out that I had dropped my phone in his car and it was stuck under the seat, having to drive me around when he has better things to do, and general life stuff that everyone else seems to be able to handle, but he can't. Afterwards he was upset that I didn't even apologise to him for misplacing my phone

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I am now genuinely laughing

. He has funny tantrums about things. There are always too sides to every story, but there is reality, and then there's his perception of things, which is a bit like the ball isn't even in the stadium

. There is definitely something wrong with me, because I find this quirky and endearing.