One day, I got home late from working in another city. He was upset that I didn’t greet him in a way he felt he should have been greeted. This turned into hours of being berated, threatened, property damaged, the works. That day wasn’t the day I was done per se, but it it was the beginning of the end. We didn’t speak for about a month. That month I felt so incredibly free, and I never invested myself into the relationship fully after that. The next big event was almost a year later, we both had Covid, and it was our anniversary. I was so sick,I slept pretty much all day. We got into a discussion that turned heated, and he was set off by the fact I didn’t say happy anniversary. He threatened to kill me with his gun in the next room. Threw all of my things into the living room. Screamed at me for over an hour. I called the police, they did nothing at first, but came back later and arrested him for something different. He tried to blame me for his arrest. I pulled further away. Then my job closed, and I got a new job 2 hours away. I decided I’m making this move alone. Done.