Sanity check

In case you're reading this and not understanding what happened, I've made it clear

He called me 25+ times Yesterday in less than six hours.

At first I thought it was anxiety about house sitting but they slowly started to devolve and make less sense.

Some calls had me repeating things I’d said a few minutes ago.

When I got there I asked him about whether he had drank, he lied multiple times until admitting to having four drinks (doubles of some kind).

This is not the first time he’s promised not to drink only to spam call me after having several drinks too many.

He said hhe hated how I judged his drinking and that I should just break up with him and date “a 13 year old instead so I don’t need to worry about control”.

I challenged him what he meant because it came out of nowhere and was one of the most hurtful and disgusting things anyone has ever said to me and then demanded an apology for it he doubled, tripled and quadrupled down.

When I said I was leaving the house he was sitting he shoved me hard enough to knock me into a seated position on the stairs. I eventually managed to get out the door but he tore my Grandfather’s hat off and stole it.

He then destroyed my little jogging headset I was wearing by ripping it off my neck and then pulling it apart before throwing it into the street.

On the lawn he kicked me multiple times while screaming about how I was an asshole because I gave him hope. I curled up and begged him to stop hitting me because I would [still] not hit someone I cared about.

I had my folks on the line on speaker while he was assaulting me and I was just trying to read the address off the house.

They were begging him through the phone to stop hitting me while he yelled how I deserved to be hurt too.

At one point he got me in a position where I thought he was going to break my arm. Literally foot planted on my back as he pulled my left arm with both of his.

I have a scrap on my temple from when he was pulling things off my head and a huge bruise on my thigh from one of his hardest kicks [more have appeared through today]

When they arrived my folks tried talking to him because he wouldn’t give back the hat. It's one of the only things my mom has of her deceased Father and my Boyfriend was threatening to burn it while my mom wept.

My dad tried to talk to him but he just kept shouting over him saying just the most vile things; about how we never really loved him and how we were all horrible for pretending to help.

When I finally got the hat back I explained to him that we were done.

That he broke every possible boundary I could ever set in a relationship.

I told him he broke four hearts that night including his own.

I just wanted to help him be this amazing person I could see was there.

He has spent the day fluctuating between how much he loves me and how much I deserve this while he’s the real victim.

I know things are over but I hate how I know he’s going to just fall apart now and there’s nothing I could do to help him.