Here goes.....
I was not allowed to disagree with him or have my own opinion. He took that as a betrayal of his intellectual largess, and evidence of my stupidity.
I was not allowed to express anger or unhappiness, even to a very mild degree. He was of course entirely entitled to be as angry and unhappy as he liked. Whenever he liked. His anger was justified, mine was an outrage.
Any attempt I made to defend myself against his verbal onslaughts was "starting an argument".
He gave me the slient treatment until I was begging him to talk to me and apologising for whatever it was I had supposedly done wrong to upset him in the first place. This was usually over extremely trivial matters.
He called me names.
He swore at me all the time, casually and aggressively.
He was totally dismissive of hurting my feelings. If I brought up the rude way he spoke to me in general and how low it made me feel, I was "overreacting" or "starting an argument".
He always had to be right.
He would kick off if I spoke to other people for any length of time at social occasions, as I was "ignoring" him. He was very shy, so it was my responsibility to babysit him whenever we left the house.
Wouldn't let me read...a pastime I have always enjoyed. If I was reading, I wasn't paying attention to him and that was unacceptable.
Ditto tv.
Conversely, ignored me for hours in favour of computer games. When he got fed up with them, I was expected to drop whatever I was doing and entertain him.
Stopped me from sleeping. Would start arguments late at night in bed, and keep me awake all night. If I dropped off through sheer exhaustion, would swear aggressively in my ear to wake me up.
Had low self esteem and lived in a perpetual self pity party for one. Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, think I'll go and eat worms. Manipulated me into feeling sorry for him all the time.
Spoke to me like shit in front of my mother.
Made me feel obliged to have sex with him. Sulked if he didn't get it. Treated me like shit then expected to have his cock sucked. Blamed my reluctance to have sex with him, for his bad behaviour.
It was the other way round.
Projected his own flaws on to me - told me I was controlling, unloving and selfish all the time. I am none of those things.
Smashed up a couple of belongings that he knew had great sentimental value for me.
Would not be inconvenienced in even the most trivial way. If I asked him to pick up milk on the way home, he would react as though I had asked him to milk the bloody cow himself! Any requests for help were met with "you are NOT in charge!" and "stop telling me what to do!!" and were viewed as a good opportunity to start a row. Of course, I stopped asking anything of him in the end. So it worked.
Wouldn't allow me to walk away from a confrontation. "Why are you IGNORING me?!" If he wanted a row he was going to get it, come hell or high water.
Was able to turn any situation that aggravated or upset him and led to him behaving badly, into somehow being my fault. Even if I was nowhere near at the time, it would be the result of something I had done earlier, or the day before. His capacity for twisting things so they were my fault, was bordering on genius.
Enjoyed having me obey seemingly good natured orders. Would beckon me over to the computer to look at something, then as soon as my bum hit my own seat again, would beckon me back again, and again, and again. When I eventually said no, I don't want to come and look, would launch into what a miserable and humourless cow I was. Mind games like this were constant and varied. He liked having the power to make me scuttle about for him. The fear of the row that would ensue if I did not, made it easy for him to taunt me this way.
He didn't have a single good thing to say for anyone or anything. He carped, moaned, and spewed contempt for everything. I was expected to dislike everything too. If I didn't agree with him, it was because I was feeble minded and easily pleased.
He made constant allusions to my stupidity, but often wrote it off as "didn't mean it" or "just a joke".
He would mumble or speak in a whisper, then get angry when I asked him to repeat himself, because (according to him) that just showed how little I cared about what he had to say. If I didn't catch it first time, I would be punished.
He was constantly rude and disrespectful in his manner towards me, but if I dared snap back at him, I would be lectured for two hours about my unloving behaviour and made to apologise for my audacity.
He sabotaged every trip out, or holiday with his sour face and short temper.
Had frequent outbursts of shouting, swearing, slamming/throwing/thumping/kicking, which I was just to shrug off and ignore as he wasn't directing them at me.
No doubt I will think of plenty more.