He was a good listener - he laughed at the punch lines, smiled knowingly when you expressed discontent. He seemed to know just enough about anything you spoke to keep a conversation going. You drove the conversation, yes, but you never felt like you were boring him. He knew when to take a sip of coffee so that a silence never felt awkward. You felt good about yourself because he made you feel like you were the expert, like you made sense.
But then you married him. Shit.