We're approaching the end of our first wk away. He woke me in the middle of the night telling what a spoilt b***h i am that he hates me, not the first time this holiday he's told me he hates me, and then throws me out of the bed and room telling to f off to the spare bed

he proceeds to send texts keeping me awake telling me how nasty i am etc. Has told me i'm a fat ***** who's not allowed to buy or eat chocolate cos i'm so unhealthy and over weight; i've dropped 2 dress sizes without dieting last couple of months, probably stress. Has called me everything under the sun, dragged up everything no matter how tiny from our time together to throw at me. Told me i think i'm something special, that i'm perfect and god's gift to men. I don't and tried to explain for the tenth time that i'm on antidepressants because i hated myself, was selfharming and believed nobody not even my own parents could love me. This was thrown back in my face with lots of venom

Now when he looks at me i just see how much he hates me and feel like he's repulsed by me