I've deliberately posted this in aibu because I'm being a fucking idiot and need someone to tell me so.
We went out to get our Christmas tree today. Lovely Nordic pine, 4ft, just fits in the space we have. Beautiful. Feel so happy and excited to decorate it with the kids.
DH pops out to the garage to trim and fit it into the stand - and comes back in with half the tree. Ok, about 3/4 of the length but all the busyness gone (all taken from the bottom despite it having a very long top spike).
I am now making the kids dinner and trying not to cry. I feel crushed. It's ridiculous. I know, nobody died, it's a fucking tree. We'll be recycling it in three weeks.
I don't even want to look at it now.