I'd be laying in bed at night and I'd hear him drunkenly bumping into things.
The sharp sound of a can of beer being opened. If someone opens a soda can I always look up immediately to determine what kind of beverage made the noise.
That overfriendly BS way he'd act when he was drinking and hoped I'd leave it alone or not notice.
How to this day he uses totally unfair emotional combat against me. When he was arrested he sent me an email that said, "Won't you please come and take me home?" I don't think I'll ever recover.
How he actually thinks he's some kind of martyr and I'm profoundly wrong for "throwing away" our basic love relationship. How he actually made me wonder if it were true.