"You promised to (financially) support me!" that turned to "You emasculated me by making money!". @BD I could do nothing right, apparently.
"(OW) and I were discussing it, and we think you should be making more money." pre-BD His "friend" wasn't my financial advisor, thank God.
"I know I'm going to have to pay my own bills now, and believe me, it's a bitter pill to swallow." after he moved to his mother's, where he paid no bills.
He stopped contributing to our household long before he moved out.
"This is how I eat now." while gesturing like a Price is Right model at his plate of IHOP chicken and waffles. I replied, "Only in America is honey mustard a breakfast dish." He got angry and said, "WELL I'M NOT GOING TO EAT IT!" to which I replied, "Only in America is honey mustard a garnish."
This was a year after he'd moved out and thankfully I was in a more detached place.
These are just a tiny few that are coming to mind right now. I'm sure I could sit here and do this all day, if I dig into the memory bank and my journals. "Believe nothing they say and half of what they do" is the best advice you'll get when you first start posting here. It could not be more true.
I will always adore this one though:
When we had our major blow-up on the phone when he finally admitted to the affair, it was about 3 months after he'd moved out but of course the affair had gone on far longer. A lot was said during this, including some primal screams from me, lol. The neighbors probably thought I was birthing something. But during this one of the things I yelled at him was, "What about her kids? What about her HUSBAND? Didn't you think of any of them?" or something very similar. Something a normal person would say in regards to two married people blowing up two marriages while dressed in Little House on the Prairie clothes (they were fellow historical reenactors, for newbies. LOL Sit with that visual as long as you need). Fight went on, time passed, blah blah. MONTHS later, probably about three if memory serves, he's at the house one day (as he was frequently - total clinging boomerang at that time) and says all happy-like, "Oh hey, I meant to tell you! (OW's husband) has a girlfriend!". And he is standing there all smiley like he's waiting for me to hug him or something. I was understandably miffed and a little pissed off honestly, and said, "Why the F would I care if he has a girlfriend?!". And he got mad and yelled, "Well I knew you were worried about him!! So I wanted to let you know it all worked out and everyone had somebody!". I said, "You mean...except me? Right?!" and he got a confused look on his face (he had told me prior that I wasn't a person, I was a limb that needed to be cut off to "save the rest of himself" so any reminder that I had agency was usually met with something like that).
So I guess what we say does take root somewhere, but in their broken brains, it certainly doesn't MEAN anything. At least not for mine. The fact that he didn't take it as a moral evaluation of his actions, but instead that I was doing social work and trying to follow up about OW's family is still amusing to me, but that day as a stander it really, really sucked. I remember crying for a really long time because I knew his brain was fried. It was scary. But now I can laugh again. We have to find ways to find absurdity in all of this and regain our own sanity from being gaslighted and manipulated. Don't let this break you down. Do whatever you can to save yourself and put that oxygen mask on.