What is the wankiest thing you’ve seen your ex do?

Wankiest is a great word 🤣

My ex turned up to our Dds birthday party having never been interested in designer clothing but had obviously taken fashion advice from new younger girlfriend. He was clad head to toe in that monogram LV pattern. My mum asked him why he had come dressed as a suitcase when it wasn’t fancy dress.

Ex forged my signature to resign me from our business

No problem, I know how good it feels when you complete a kit that you really love, and to have some cock knocking scumbag ruin it just to hurt you pisses me off on your behalf 😅 obviously I tried googling but it kept coming up with Christmas ones. Was it a light or darker colours pattern?

Thank you,thats not the one though (I've already stitched that one-it lives in my bedroom)

It was a grey,rainy day,the little girl was more to the right and she was reaching up to the letterbox (I hated red after that!) with a load of victorian buildings behind her (I may have got a few details slightly out but it was definitely just the one girl-i remember whinging about her dress to a friend)

Im not sure if she was wearing a hat or not

(Im painting this out to be a real miserable picture!)

Im sure it was by the same lady,all our yesterday's does ring a bell (I have done a few of that range and they are lovely-i love the seaside ones)

Thank you
I really appreciate it-if you do find one,please let me know what it will cost to buy it and post it

Oh my gosh I so hope it is!! I’m so invested in mumsnet power finding this for you!

I used to do cross stitch so will have a look in my old box of cross stitch goodies as that pattern seems weirdly familiar. Your ex was a pure dickhead doing that to you. Mine had the temerity to berate me for breaking a dinner plate and making a mess. The whole thing was caused by him throwing the dinner plate loaded with a Sunday dinner and covered in boiling hot gravy at my head. The plate broke from hitting me in the head and I was burned with the gravy. But obviously it was all my fault 🙄 as I said at the start of the thread, at least he did the world a favour by dropping dead😂

Called his penis, and as far as I know, still does....."Mr Wiggly". 🤢🤮😭

I have gone around the Internet so many times,looking for it

The problem is,my memory is slightly hazy-I remember the victorian girl,the postbox (how can I forget that bloody postbox?) and the buildings but im not 100% on any other details (it was in a sale bin in a shop)

Ill keep looking on the details I can remember but I do it as a hobby and have made loads more

His time will come-hes in his 50's,can only get young girls that have no self esteem and that he can bend to his demands (his personality is now illegal thanks to the new coercive control laws-i hope one stands up to him and goes to the police)

He'll die a lonely man where nobody will mourn him and he knows it

Might be worth joining any cross stitch and sewing groups on FB. I know a lot of hobbyists (me included!) often buy far more stuff for projects than they have a hope of doing, so you might strike lucky!

ETA is it like this? https://creativecraftingworld.co.uk/product/victorian-post-box-sampler/

I have gone around the Internet so many times,looking for it

The problem is,my memory is slightly hazy-I remember the victorian girl,the postbox (how can I forget that bloody postbox?) and the buildings but im not 100% on any other details (it was in a sale bin in a shop)

Ill keep looking on the details I can remember but I do it as a hobby and have made loads more

His time will come-hes in his 50's,can only get young girls that have no self esteem and that he can bend to his demands (his personality is now illegal thanks to the new coercive control laws-i hope one stands up to him and goes to the police)

He'll die a lonely man where nobody will mourn him and he knows it

I’m so sorry; what a cruel bastard. I’m so angry for you and the cross stitch! Keep searching. I hope one comes up some day x

About 27 years ago,he walked out leaving me with 2 small kids,a shit load of debt and no money

He would come round to my house (to check i wasnt shagging anyone else or heaven forbid,have some sort of peace from him) and would sit there smirking at me (I was so scared of him as he was violent and controlling)

Anyway,id scraped enough cash together to buy myself a cross stitch just for something to do on an evening when the kids had gone to bed

I spent the best part of 9 months stitching it-it was a victorian girl putting letter in a postbox and very detailed

I put blood,sweat,tears and my soul into making it and when the kids where about,it lived in a drawer away from small hands

I was about 20/25 stitches away from finishing it when he swaggered in,that smirk on his face and the attitude of 'im here to see my kids and you cant stop me'

He went into the kitchen to make himself a black coffee and a poke about in my cupboards/drawers

He found my cross stitch,made his coffee and poured the whole lot in the drawer deliberately

It was ruined (i tried to save it,but it was too stained) and his smirk didnt match the 'I just dropped my coffee by mistake, soz'

Daft thing now,he knows im not scared of him at all and runs away when he sees me but I never did replace that cross stitch as it was one from an end of line sale,which is how I been able to afford it-I've trawled Ebay but have never found it again in kit form

He never came into my home again-he knew he'd gone too far and that was my death by the last cut

Didn't stop him dragging me through the courts to control me until he lost interest

He knows that if I get within arms length of him,ill have him by his tiny bollocks and i'll launch him into space

If you find the picture, you could get a bespoke kit made up?
There are so many terrible stories on here, but the cruelty in this one really stood out to me...

My ex (while we were going out) used to read The Economist during sex. Described women as "receptacles". Mocked me endlessly for having gone to state school and for not doing PPE, like him.

Absolute, stone-cold wanker. Sad thing is that his type run our country.

About 27 years ago,he walked out leaving me with 2 small kids,a shit load of debt and no money

He would come round to my house (to check i wasnt shagging anyone else or heaven forbid,have some sort of peace from him) and would sit there smirking at me (I was so scared of him as he was violent and controlling)

Anyway,id scraped enough cash together to buy myself a cross stitch just for something to do on an evening when the kids had gone to bed

I spent the best part of 9 months stitching it-it was a victorian girl putting letter in a postbox and very detailed

I put blood,sweat,tears and my soul into making it and when the kids where about,it lived in a drawer away from small hands

I was about 20/25 stitches away from finishing it when he swaggered in,that smirk on his face and the attitude of 'im here to see my kids and you cant stop me'

He went into the kitchen to make himself a black coffee and a poke about in my cupboards/drawers

He found my cross stitch,made his coffee and poured the whole lot in the drawer deliberately

It was ruined (i tried to save it,but it was too stained) and his smirk didnt match the 'I just dropped my coffee by mistake, soz'

Daft thing now,he knows im not scared of him at all and runs away when he sees me but I never did replace that cross stitch as it was one from an end of line sale,which is how I been able to afford it-I've trawled Ebay but have never found it again in kit form

He never came into my home again-he knew he'd gone too far and that was my death by the last cut

Didn't stop him dragging me through the courts to control me until he lost interest

He knows that if I get within arms length of him,ill have him by his tiny bollocks and i'll launch him into space

No way! Like, bunny hops? Not just stamping his foot? They were REALLY loud thuds. I literally thought someone was on the roof. (To be fair, he described them as bunny hops. I didn't actually see it!)