Yesterday evening, I was tidying the kitchen and lifted up a bottle of wine he had opened to clean the surface. Unfortunately, the whole thing slipped through my hand, it smashed and it went all over me and the floor.
I can't quite shake off that he went out of the room to sit down on the sofa while I cleared it up by myself.
It was a silly accident but if it was him I would have helped him.
Obviously there are many more dickish things he has done but I felt so unvalued and unloved at this point.