Indeed - and my Ex was an abuser. There was a lot of history before that bowl of hot oil and for many years after it. I never hit him, and never threw anything at him ever again - I was far too scared to. DBH would never dream of hitting anyone, I can't imagine going back to those days and living in fear the way I used to, it feels as if I am looking at the life of someone else.
Ex was one of those men who changed as soon as they got married. He told me that he thought of me as a possession, and I should always ask his permission before I did anything. He was also an alcoholic. Husbands (and wives) do indeed come in many guises. Yet despite all the dreadful things he did to me, I still feel guilty about that oil, but wish he had had at least a splash of it. I have quite a few scars, he has none.