In the car the phone is hooked up to loud speaker and a call comes through as we whizz through an underpass. It's a woman's voice, high pitched and breathy, speaking in an unknown Eastern European language. They have a short conversation and after she hangs up I start giggling and ask who the hell it was... "It was my wife" he said flatly.
If you follow the stereotypical notion that female patterns of behaviour will be laced with emotion, attention-seeking, revenge, the need for an upgrade (women rarely downgrade), malice, anger and idealism; all nicely concealed in a cloak of invisibility that would make Harry potter jealous then we may uncover something phenomenal.
You have to spot his habitual patterns of behaviour, dismantle his excuses and telegraphed responses. I'm not telling you to turn into a paranoid investigator. However, understanding your BET gives you greater insight and self-awareness. It's incredibly easy to sleep next to a 'Chameleon', mistaking him for a 'Family Man'.