Mine made a complete photograph album, filled with photographs of himself, from birth to what was then the present, telling his life story.
It had all his school photos, photocopies of his school reports (average) and him in the school football team (third 11, not even captain) On his first day at work, posing with his car, and on a lads holiday. Some just looking moodily into the camera..... And gave it to me as a present.
What a prick, and also what a fucking idiot was I? I still married the wanker.
Some other highlights, he went to sleep in a waiting room miles away from the labour suite, when I was having our first baby, the staff couldn't find him. He didn't appear again until 10 minutes before she was born. He then fainted at the sight of blood.
After we split up, he asked me to write out the recipes for his favourite meals so his new girlfriend could make them for him. To which I very unreasonably replied 'Fuck off.'
He informed our son, then aged about 13, that his new girlfriend let him do anal.
He invited himself to my Nan's funeral, stuffed his face with the buffet. This was years after we'd divorced. When I said it was a bit inappropriate, he looked very hurt, and told me that my Nan, was very fond of him, and she'd want him to be there. No you delusional cockwomble, she was a lovely, polite lady, who just never told him what she really thought of him.
Thank you, this has been cathartic.