Can you help me think my way through this please, because this is what keeps me lingering on this entire issue with my EAB because of the way he left it. This is what transpired the week leading to our breakup.

That Tuesday before our breakup, he and his mother had some sort of big argument where she confirmed he had two weeks to get out. I was driving home from work and he called me to tell me this and asked me if I could come by to pick him out and just get out of the house to clear the air between him and his mother, so I did, even though I was tired from working ten hours. When I picked him up, he was seriously depressed, but hadn't been drinking and didn't want a drink. He just wanted me to ride him around. I asked him if he was ok, and he said "no, but I will be". I showed a lot of empathy, but was scared too because his only solution to everything is to run away to Florida because he has a lot of friends down there, plus if he ends up homeless again, its a lot better to be on the streets some place warm then in Washington, DC during the winter.

I asked him what he was going to do, and he said he didn't know, so I didn't push the situation, I just provided my ear, shoulder and heart to support him.

Well that weekend, (Saturday to be exact), I had to go out of town because I had to go to a funeral for a family member. Everything had been ok between us previously, but as I was coming home from the funeral, I was really depressed, and called him, but he would never answer and when he finally did, he was very irritable and lashed out at me telling me to "call me when you get home!", so I got pissed off and told him that whenever he's going through something, I'm there and I show concern and support but the minute I need it, he doesn't have time to talk.

Well I was pissed so when I got back in town, he had called several times but I ignored the calls until I got in the house. He then acted like nothing had happened and asked me if I wanted to go out to a club to hear some music, and like a fool I picked him up. He and I dressed up expecting to go to Georgetown, but once again we got re-routed and ended up over his drinking buddies house and wound up going to some club in his neighborhood, but we had a nice time. We didn't argue, but of course he was drinking, but not as much.

When we left the club, we got something to eat, then went over his friends house. Kenny started venting his problems and frustrations, including talking about how his father thinks he's good for nothing and doesn't want him living with his mother. He just started pouring out his feelings, so much that even his friend said its the first time Kenny had opened up like that.

Well Kenny and I decided to leave a little earlier, and go back to his place, and to my surprise he didn't drink like he usually does, so he was much easier to get along with. Everything was good, he and I watched TV, talked, cuddled and then we had sex. Well while having sex, he starts saying he loves me and asking me if I wanted a baby. I just ignored it, but after we finished having sex, he got up, sat on the end of the bed and started crying, and I noticed the condom was on the floor. He had taken the condom off without me knowing. Then I looked up at him and noticed he was crying even more, so I tried to console him and he said "you have to leave, just go", so I tried to hug him and hear cried out more "no please, please, just go and I'll call you tomorrow".

So I went home, went to bed and he called me in the morning and told me he had freaked out because he didn't realize what he had done with the condom until afterwards and that he freaked out because "that's not me" he said and it would never happen again, and that all of that talk about his father and how his family thinks he's a failure made him really depressed.

But he and I decided to go out to the mall to Dave and Busters, so of course Kenny started drinking heavily. He had 7 shots of Vodka, ate his food, then went to the bar again and got another shot of Vodka. I told him to stop and he wouldn't listen because he had to go home that night and if he got drunk his mother wouldn't put up with it, but he just ignored me.

So we left Dave and Busters and by that time he was starting to get drunk but I noticed his tolerance to drinking had gotten worse because he wasn't as drunk as he usually is, and that those eight shots of Vodka weren't enough, so he went to the liquor store, got another half pint of Vodka and a Coors Light large beer.

We then again went over to his drinking buddies house and he was waisted, but he called home to see how his mother was and she could tell he was drunk, and told him not to come home because his nephew was there. That got him heated, so he started fussing, yelling and screaming about how his mother use to get drunk and they had to carry her up the steps but now she's passing jdugement on his drinking. Then he started saying "im going to Florida and im never coming back to any of you!". I pulled him into the other room to try and call him down but he wouldn't and asked me to take him downtown to a bar and I said no, then he stood over me in my face and screamed "take me downtown now! or I'll rip your head off". I just sat there and said now and he stormed out of his friends house. So I left, told them goodbye and told him I was taking him home. He argued and fussed in the car about so much that I just tuned him out because he was drunk. But then he pulled his cell phone out, called some girl in Florida and told her he was coming down to chill with her for about a week and I got pissed because by then I was tired and very angry, and had been shoving my anger in from his drunken behavior, so I started to yell and ask him how could he get on the phone and call some girl like that in front of me. The girl heard him and he handed me the phone and she told me that there was nothing going on between Kenny and her, that they were just friends and I could tell this lady was older, and she insisted that its not like that, so I was ok, but still angry at his behavior and threw the phone at him, which resulted in him grabbing my car steering wheel while I was driving and trying to run us off the highway.

I finally got him home, and he wanted to sit in the car and I told him, while I was crying, that he needed to get out of my car because I couldn't take this anymore. I was hysterical by this point, and again Cheryl called (his friend in Florida) out of concern because she knew he and I had been arguing. She heard me in the background crying and asked to speak to me again. So I got out of the car, and again she said "honey he loves you, and there's nothing going on between us", and I told her it wasn't about that and she asked me what it was about, and I told her, he needs help, that his drinking was out of control, and that he was currently drunk, and told her that he gets so violent when he's drunk and then told her that he slapped me. She got heated and told me to put Kenny back on the phone. And I heard her screaming at him "you slapped her in her face!" and said, "no I did not, I'll talk to you later", then hung up on her.

He wouldn't get out of my car and we sat there for over an hour until he noticed his sister picked up her son, so I came up with a plan to get him to go into his apartment. He claimed earlier in an arguement that his mother didn't like me, so I said, ok, so lets go upstairs so she can say that to my face. I was dead serious and marched up there, but in the midst, I noticed him staggering behind me so I proceeded to go back to my car and drive off, but he grabbed my shirt and arm told me no, not to back down. So I went up and was prepared to talk to her, but when we got in there, he said she was sleep and to just come in his room and sit down. I didn't want to sit down. I was angry. He had put me through enough. But I sat down for a  minute, to calm down then got up and told him very sweetly that I needed to go so I could go home and get some rest and that I would call him in the morning.

I thought everything was fine, but i walked out, and he was behind me and said "take your weak ass home", then I got to the door, walked through and he shoved me through the door, then slammed the door, then opened it again and screamed "you weak bitch!", then slammed the door, which woke his mother up and she was heated.

The next day I called him just to see if he was ok, and he asked me if I was going to come through because it was my day off. I was traumatized from the night before, but like an idiot I went over there. And course when I got there, he wanted to go purchase a beer at 10am. He got his beer, we went back to his crip and I spent most of the day there watching horror movies with him.

He started saying he was hungry, so he called his mother to ask her to bring some food home and she told him he had to leave, and told him that if he didn't she was going to call the cops to get him out of her house and he was on teh phone begging her to give him two weeks, so he could work, and get a couple of checks then he would be out of her hair. After getting off the phone, he came to me and told me to leave and that I wouldn't hear from him for a while because the arguing was getting on his mother's nerves and he was about to get kicked out. I left, he slammed the door and I didn't talk to him until that evening when he called and started going on and on about me talking to his friends about our personal business, then the blaming started, but it wasn't that bad, so it was pretty quiet that evening. I just did what I needed to do, but I called him the next day to see if he was ok, but he was sleep and told me to call him in an hour because he didn't sleep well that night.

So that's what I did, and this is the part I don't get. Instantly he asked me "why are you calling me Kristi!", i said because you told me to! and he then said, that the relationship wasn't working because I wasn't helping his situation, and that he remembered me talking to his friend in Florida and telling her that he slapped me and he didn't appreciate it. Then he said im not trying to make this relationship work because I'm causing him to have more problems with his mother and that he hadn't been drinking this much in a long time until I came along, then told me to not call him, "let me call you, don't call me or text me, let me call you, because you call too much", I didn't know where all this was coming from, but he pretty much blamed me and told me we needed to be apart for a while because it wasn't working, so I got off the phone and told him to never contact me again, then text him and told him I didn't appreciate him blaming me for the bulk of his problems. So he called me again and I didn't answer and he said "I didn't say you were the cause of the bulk of my problems, you are just not HELPING the situation. I'm about to get kicked out and you are not helping".

I got home, was crying and confessed to my family what happened and they called and threatened him and I haven't heard from him since.

Like I said, I said what I needed to say to him in text messenger, he hasn't replied because I told him not to.

But I can't seem to let go of this situation, and I don't know why.