Back when I was a JW, I married an elder whom I would describe as dull normal. He had a tremendous ego, and he was the theocratic ministry school servant,
On one occasion, I was assigned a talk on the school. We had to provide the school servant a theme for our talk. I wrote out my theme and gave it to my husband at home.
Fast forward to the KH and time for me to give my talk. The other sister and I got on the stage and sat at the table, ready to go. My husband went to the podium, turned to me, and asked if he had my theme. I replied, "I gave it to you." The congregation laughed. I gave my talk, and the meeting proceeded. Everybody went home at the end, of course.
When we got home, I was given a dressing down because the congregation laughed. I tried to get "him" to see that the laughter was normal under the circumstances. "He" would not accept it as normal, and kept on at me. I started crying profoundly, and pleaded my innocence by reminding him that all I had said was, "i gave it to you." "He" slapped me in the face.
He wasn't about to apologize or acknowledge that I had not harmed him in any way.
That night, I started planning how I would get away.
I never cursed at him or did anything but build up his pathetic ego. I partly blame myself for helping to create this monster because of my constant efforts to make him feel special.