To never speak to my parents again after this Christmas present?

[MissHooliesCardigan]

My DPs bought DH and me a penthouse for Christmas. However, it's only got 6 bedrooms and is in Kensington. I specifically said Mayfair and at least 8 bedrooms.
I don't know how they could do this

We need more info; do all six bedrooms have ensuites? Does it include a cinema room, gymnasium and sauna? What about the help, do they have they're own bedrooms (not including your six)? And is it serviced daily (linen, fresh flowers etc.,)?

If not then I totally agree, it has to be NC immediately. And ask for the toiletries back or at least the cash equivalent.

misshoolie of course I know it was a lighthearted thread and I have no problem with your OP but the fact that it's supposed to be a joke is precisely why I find it offensive that people are on here using the language of people in recovery from emotionally abusive childhoods. Next up shall we have a giggle about child beating? Joking around that subject would be beyond the pale, pity it's not the same for emotional abuse, particularly as a characteristicof emotional abuse is that the abuser tries to minimise it and make you out to be selfish and immature for not wanting to be abused.

Penthouse so no garden? Selfish bastards

This is awful. Poor op being treated like this and I bet it's not even got a doorman.

Hugs op. I hope you can sort things with your thoughtless parents.

If you can't then I'd suggest a glittery carrot next year.

I haven't had a single gift yet. Sob.
I'd LTBs!

Rise above it. Lovely thank you letter, real ink, actual paper, three sentences at least (thank you, relevant comment, non relevant but non emotive remark.)
Sign off with repeat thanks and kind regards, get dcs to add kisses) job done, moral high ground to you!

Re-gift.

To me.

I have a four year old Lush bath bomb I can swap?

There are only 4 en-suites and a housekeeper but no Nanny or butler. There is a 'roof terrace' apparently. I have told them to stick their 'gift'. We left early this morning. Naturally, I have taken the toiletry sets and will give them to someone who appreciates them.

What are the neighbours like?

Any with children named, say, Tyler?

Cheapskates. I hate it when people don't get me exactly what I asked for. It's a real blow. Time to distance yourself and consider your own needs. It is clear they only think of themselves. Now it's time for you to think of you!

Kensington might not be that bad once you have made the place your own and made some friends. You have my sympathy.

I'd LTB. Oh, no, I mean go no contact. They are trying to control you by deciding where YOU live and how many bedrooms you need. You really don't need those kind of people in your life.

And have some

They sound awful - you must be in bits

I think the only thing you can do here is buy them all Pandora bracelets for Christmas next year - that'll learn the bastards.

That's the saddest thing I've ever seen on Mumsnet. You are so strong, OP.

Thanks Lancs I'm doing my best but it's hard if I'm honest.

You were quite specific about your expectations, OP - and your parents have quite consciously chosen to ignore them. Surely I'm not the only one to detect a strong whiff of inter-generational power play here?

My parents did exactly the same thing to me Cardigan That's why I NC'd the bastards. I've never looked back.

It's yet another example of the older/baby boomer generation controlling the property market and depriving their sons and daughters of all the decent houses.

I can't believe I'm reading this in this day and age!
So sad, such selfish behaviour.
Take comfort with your reclaimed toiletries.

Have you thought of starting a gofundme appeal for the difference between the crap apartment and the one you wanted? Lots of people will empathise with the pain of receiving inadequate gifts at this time of year. Give it a try!

Make sure you explain fully why you need the money, and tell the Daily Mail.

Your parents will be so humiliated.

h my, this reminds me of the time DP "surprised" me with a black Aston Martin DB9. I was surprised indeed. I specifically asked for a black Aston Martin DBR9.

The bloody man got rather upset when I threw the key in his face and stormed to the East Wing, knocking over the second Christmas Tree.

He knocked timidly on my third bedroom door an hour or so later, I was incensed, and he didn't even apologise for ruining Christmas. And then he had the temerity to go on and say all he received was a Toblerone.

It was a bloody LARGE Toblerone that I had kindy bought him from the airport, on our renewing-of-vows-moon in Barbados.

Ungrateful and inconsiderate scrote.

An entire large Toblerone?

You have only yourself to blame for spoiling him.

Save up and buy it yourself.hth

His mouth did forma n 'O' of surprise yesterday morning when he had a singe Mini Toblerone, with a note attached "This is for Christmas '09"

He thought I'd forgotten.

The sad, optimistic fool, 00100001! He knows better now!