Just thought I'd write to an internet stranger, again. My DP has gone into another one of his moods after an argument about a thermos bottle cap he couldn't find. He basically accused me of putting it away, when I hadn't. He raged around the kitchen. Throwing things in bin (his and mine), as since my moving in "there's too much stuff". Including my chopsticks I've had for a while with some emotional significance to me (which he didn't know about, granted). He then found the cap in his bag. And said sorry. I was still upset for not being believed, so basically said he should try a bit harder at trying to remember when this stuff happens that it's not my fault. He then went into "I can't do anything about it"-mode. He is dyslexic which causes much of this stuff. He has now gone to bed. I tried to make up with him, but he won't talk. Won't even say he loves me. This happened before and I basically packed my bags to leave in the morning, but he then said he was sorry and wanted me to stay. I don't know if the same will happen again, so not packed anything yet. It's an awful place to be mentally. Just love him very much and he always says how much he loves me, so this is weird. He can trash my life just like that and basically make me homeless, although rent contract is in both our names. Just don't think I could force him out of a house he has lived in for 20 years before me. So sad. Wish he didn't do this to me. As far as I'm concerned, I had right to be angry at his outburst. Now he has gone into his impenetrable shell of self destruction. Sleep tonight will be a write off.