Mainly when I feel at a low ebb, I hear him laughing that I'm a fat, ugly lazy piece of shit. That I'm a nothing and no-one would ever love or want me, and that I was incapable of making anyone happy, which he'd usually follow up by spitting on me.
I'm not fat any more, I wasn't ever ugly, but still...somewhere inside part of me believes it. That and the stuff he used to say about my parents (who died before I met him) that they'd be disappointed in me, think I was a failure :(
I think I've put it behind me then it just creeps back in. People (friends, men) never seem to think I'm worth making any effort for, which worryingly seems to bear out at least in part what he used to say...