Gah, I've started remembering now, and can't stop. The way he informed me I was spoilt because he drove me to and from work, he worked in the same building. The way he'd say, every single time we entered the supermarket "we don't need much, I'm happy with just tea and jam and bread" you might be mate, but my daughter is not living on that! Course, when his son came round it was only the best food for him. The way he dismissed every suggestion I made as "bloody stupid" then come up with the same idea twenty minutes later and deny I'd mentioned it. The way he completely believed housework was womens work, and said I was "taking the piss" when asked to wash up as I had both arms in plaster casts. The way he completely refused to apologise to anyone ever, for anything, so knocking someone's drink over, splashing them accidentally, standing on their toe, whatever, he'd just laugh and walk away. God I could go on all day..