My folks were over-protective/sheltering, so basically my ex husband was more or less like a green card marriage, but just to get away from parents. We eloped to make it easier. It was kind of the same for him, since his mom basically would nag him to move out all the time, but he didn't have anyone to help with rent. We met in college, and had enough in common for a couple of young, clueless, 19 year olds to think they could base a relationship on that alone.
The first sign of things going bad, was when he wouldn't let me do things that were not only simple, but would actually make both of our lives easier. For instance, my over-sheltering parents never let me get my licence, and for some reason, he too just couldn't find time for it. His main excuse was, I had my permit, and why do I need one when we only have one vehicle? >.<' Another thing was one day when my phone died (not entirely sure if he didn't do something to it), and he wouldn't let me get a new phone, because of expenses.
He was the type who was passive aggressive until he'd explode. In the beginning of our relationship he'd sometimes say things like "slut" or "whore" in bed (I just took it as if it were dirty talk), and get a bit too rough, but later...it wasn't just in the bedroom. He'd also make suggestions about how he'd think I'd look "better". He would always suggest something that would be extremely unflattering. I never would do any of his suggestions, but it generally involved tacky makeup, bad dye jobs, or something or another that was not only unappealing, but generally would put an unhealthy strain on me.
We had a shared bank account that had money disappearing from it mysteriously all the time. He would never explain this. We would barely see my parents, and see his all of the time.
I generally didn't bother talking much at these events, because he always would find some way to yell at me for doing so.
After we got married and moved, we lived quite a ways from my hometown, I had no ways of communication with anyone unless he was present, and no car. Every time I'd get along with a friend, he'd decide they had ulterior motives, and I'd never see them again. We worked at the same place, and same shift, since we only had one vehicle. Right after I started camming he quit his job. He was going to school, but pretty quickly stopped, which sucked, because I was paying for him to go even if he didn't attend class.
No matter whether I had a good idea or not...I was wrong, and he was right. He did this to everyone, not just me. He's the type of guy who will stand behind something no matter how wrong he is.
After I started camming, he went crazy with paranoia. He would log into my model account on MFC while I was online, and go through everything. If he didn't like someone, he'd ban them. He later started admitting to do this, and asking about privates I had. He wanted details as to what happened, and would ask if I preferred the guy vs him.
There were even some that I found out he had sent fake emails from another account to make me believe they were stalkers. I only knew this, because of an auto-fill, after it opened I saw the sent email and everything. Let's just say that those were some really awkward MFC mails explaining why they were banned and why they were now unbanned...
Eventually he didn't want me working on MFC, due to how chatty everyone was. Later he got the "brilliant" idea that since we were bad at finances (that is he was bad at not spending them on weed, and alcohol) we should move. He didn't really say much more than that. One morning I woke up and he had bought cruise tickets to Barcelona after seeing they were half off...yep, he was a special type of lunatic. That was the moment that happened I pretty much shut down all emotion. I was like that until 3 months later, when he had spent the little left of our finances on liquor, and we had to use his mom's 401k to get back to the US. I was pretty much constantly being asked why we did this, and I just told them to ask him. He was pretty much unintelligible rambling nonsense.
Models on this forum helped me a TON. I had just enough time to sneak off and use a computer in the airport to ask for help in model's only. A couple of model's met up with me, and quite a number kept in contact just in case.
He stayed with his mom for a bit, and I with my folks for a while. I got a restraining order, which he broke. He sent me a message through facebook, saying "Remember I loved you" I called his mom, and said if he wasn't dead I'd kill him. He reportedly was going to jump off a bridge, but a cop saw him in time. He was taken to a mental hospital, where he told his mom he found out through the internet I had cheated on him, hence him having a breakdown. She decided to enable this lie, and took him home, where he immediately went on facebook, and spread the lie further.
I pretty much had to come clean as to being a camgirl at this point, so they would know I hadn't cheated. It didn't score any brownie points with the majority, but at least it was the truth.
It's sad that I know I would've had a much better life without that chaos, and would've done far better on MFC, if it hadn't been for all of his insanity. It was however a massive learning experience, and after our divorce in 2013 I left the state, and have had a MUCH happier life since.