I felt so sorry for Billy. All those lurid tales of pulled apart vaginas, infidelity, vomiting in sinks and videos of necrophilia. Seems obvious to me that he dumped her, grabbed his guitar and his blue suede shoes (not the Prada ones, she sold those on depop) and ran as fast as he could.
He'd probably been caught out sexting a few women and was on some Whatsapp group with other men (she did mention his mates in the necrophilia bullshit) who shared questionable memes and sick humour. Bet it was no more than that.
Which then unleashed pure apoplectic narc rage for several weeks, which was crazy even by her standards. Taking over all his social media platforms and posting horrific stuff in his name. She ruined him.
Poor sod. He got lovebombed with a VIP trip to Graceland and a home recording studio by a narc predator who even dressed up like this to ensnare him. He ended up shovelling shit (and watching her eat shit
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) she owned his phone, controlled his finances and isolated him from his friends and family. For most of their relationship he had the look of a hostage about him. That's textbook coercive control.