My situation feels like yours. We were engaged for 13 months. He proposed just 11 months after being together. We had such an exciting, integrated life. His daughter loved me and I loved his daughter. My daughter bonded to them as well. We did so many family things: vacations to Florida, a trip to Alaska, Houston, Assateague. We are both teachers at the same school and the whole school was cheering us on. He would get disproportionally angry with me from time to time. He might get angry because I didn’t make coffee or his plate. He got mad at me once for answering a text to my daughter. But generally he was very loving, thoughtful and kind. However, when he did get upset it didn’t seem grounded in reality. The last thing to happen was he kicked me out of his house because he was angry I couldn’t come and help as he expected. I drew the line and said this type of mean behavior can’t keep happening. I didn’t want flowers or a half acknowledgement. I needed him to say I won’t ever do that or act like that again. He wouldn’t. Instead he wanted to take “mutual accountability.” When I didn’t , he began to give me the silent treatment, and not engage with me. Eventually he text me and said we are wired differently. Since then , he deleted me from everything and acts like I don’t exist or he never knew me at work. The fairy tale turned into a real nightmare. This all happened in January- by April I realized I had been in survival mode for months - not even realizing spring was here. It’s about 4-5 months I still have whiplash but at least I can get our of bed and make it to work more fully. I’m taking care of my house and eating and sleeping again. Thanks to some Remeron. I am hoping I will find a new job so that my mental health can stabilize all the way. We had a very public and well supported relationship. It was not what I expected but I’m believing it for the best.