He was outside with a friend. He came into the house every 30 minutes or so and smelled like alcohol. I tried to ignore his presence but each time he would come into the bedroom and have more crap to say about how awful I am. This went on for several hours. Each time he came into the house he was more angry than the previous time.
He told me that he was going to kill himself. He said he would take my car and run it off of a bridge. He also said he was going to take my keys and show me “how much control he could really have”. He said a few times “I have nothing to lose anymore. Do you know how much fun a man can have when he doesn’t think he has anything to lose? Do you know how much you truly fucked up? Do you realize making me your enemy was really fucking stupid? You know you never wanted to make me your enemy. You have no idea what I’m capable of.”
I do recall when he said he’d run my car off of a bridge I replied “but I need my car to go to work”. I was in a whole twilight zone mindset by this point; clearly he was “crushed” that’s what I replied with.
All I could do was stare at him and shake my head yes to all of these questions. I took my purse and keys into my room and he went into a rage. Told me I was a selfish bitch, a judgmental bitch, ect. He spit in my direction before storming out.