For those insinuating I may have been an asshole, that may certainly be the case, but I certainly don't identify as such. Her complaints were the typical female fare-- not romantic enough and not taking her out enough anymore were two big complaints. The biggest was the lack of sex, because after each rage session she'd have, I wouldn't want to touch her for weeks. So the problem became self-reinforcing after awhile. She'd rage, spew nasty personal level shit that would make me feel like a half man, not only because what she said, but because I felt like a pussy due to the fact that a right hook wasn't an option to shut her up. So, I wouldn't want to fuck her for a week or two, which drove her crazier/meaner because she kept thinking I was cheating, even though I would tell her "no, I just don't feel like fucking someone that insults me". Every time we'd get back to a state of normalcy, she'd eventually get drunk again and start the cycle anew..