I remember being at his work party one year at a place called the loft. We fell out because his boss didn't ask me if I was still working at a launderette, he asked if I was still part-time at a launderette. It got to me, and I felt that my then boyfriend must have been complaining of the financial hardship or emphasising how I could only manage part time. Coming from a working class family this is an insult, this is laziness. In truth my employer tricked me into signing a new contact. My boss found me "difficult" to talk to. Would say maybe I had SAD. I just had no life.
At the party we both got incredibly drunk, and he kept trying to snog me at the table and I was trying to make him stop. So someone recued me and we danced. Under the watchful gaze of my boyfriend.
He stormed outside and I went to see him and he started punching some wooden barrels and saying I was a "*****" and a "slut."