"Being a butt" is an expression he uses. And right now he is one. We have been together for more than two years now. I moved into his house late last year, so about six months ago. We know each other really well, and he knows what kind of a person I am. He knows I'm honest to a fault. Suddenly he is accusing me of stealing/throwing away/hiding/breaking/breaking and hiding his stuff. Not important stuff. Just stupid stuff. About three months ago he started accusing me of stealing his Windows 95 CD-ROM. Why? Where did he possibly come up with that? And even if I WERE the kind of person who steals things, which he SHOULD know I'm not, what POSSIBLE reason would I have for stealing his Windows 95 CD?? And what good would it do me to steal from him when we're LIVING TOGETHER anyway??? After three months of, "So, do you know where my Windows 95 is?" for the seventh or eighth time, and, "Where is my Windows 95? I just think maybe you know where it is", I told him I wasn't going to answer that question anymore, I had already answered him over and over and over and I was really getting p*ssed off, so don't ever ask me again. One night, after he hadn't brought it up for a while and I thought it was all over, we were lying in bed starting to go to sleep and he says very sweetly, "Sweetie . . . do you know where my Windows 95 might be?" like he's going to trick me into admitting that I stole it and I won't notice because he said it in a sweet voice. I just laid there, staring at the ceiling and I said, "You think I STOLE it, don't you?" He didn't say anything. I jumped up and looked at him, and said , "Say it! SAY IT!!! You DO think I stole it, DON'T you???" He just looked at me. I was so mad. He wound up suggesting that maybe I hadn't stolen it, just gotten mad at him and stepped on it, or broke it accidentally and hid it because I was embarrassed. Aside from the fact that I don't get mad at people and just break their stuff, I told him if I HAD broken it because I was mad at him, I would have SHOWN him that I had broken it so he would know how mad I was!!! And accidentally breaking something then hiding it for three months and lying about it?? Come on. Well, after yelling for a while and then bursting into tears from shear frustration, he held me and told me he was really sorry and he hadn't meant to "make me troubled". He said he didn't know why he had thought I had taken it and he was sorry he had been accusing me and maybe he was just being a butt. I was very glad that that meltdown had finally made him come to his senses. It has been a few weeks since then and everything has been fine. Tonight he couldn't find the controller to the DVD player. He asked me if I knew where it was, and I didn't. So I helped him look for it, but we couldn't find it. I told him I thought I had put it with the other remotes near the TV yesterday or today, I couldn't remember which, and I didn't know where it was if it wasn't there. After several minutes I gave up looking. I was walking through the living room a minute later and he says bluntly, "So honey, where's the DVD Control?" I shot right back, "JIM, I dont KNOW where the DVD Controller is," and stormed out. I've come to the conclusion that he is insane. It is the only rational explanation for this madness.