It was not always like this. In the beginning, everything was fine. He was fun and loving, a dream guy.
I was so proud of being with him, my family too.
Both of us Oxford graduates. Great jobs, great futures.
Then slowly, things started to go amiss.
''Leave your job,'' he'd said, ''the house is in a mess, I can't invite my associates in this dump''.
After months of pressure, I finally left my job..
It didn't stop there, though, ''I don't like your friends, they have too much bad influence on you.''
Eventually, one by one, I dropped them.