In the midst of an attempted discussion (you can guess just how swimmingly that went) regarding serious relationship and communication issues, this turd rose to the top of the shit heap:
“What personal responsibility do you claim in regards to these issues? For what problems do you accept fault, even partially?”
“I apologized when I bumped into you this morning and I admitted last week that I broke that dish!”
Then he got angry when I laughed in the face of his obvious absurdity, blamed me for his temper tantrum (because I was “deliberately inciting a reaction in him for my own amusement,” and told me that “he wasn’t obligated to give me a straight answer to that question or any question ever.”