I can use the food in the fridge for our children's packed lunches without being told that the cheese is for him and not for us.
I can use the food in the fridge for whatever I want actually.
No more cupboards stacked full of bags of expensive snacks and crisps.
No constant stream of musical instruments and other expensive fucking hobbies that come with a shitload of STUFF clogging up the place.
No more being told that I couldn't possibly cope on my own with the kids. Ha!
Changing sheets and mowing the lawn - aka the only jobs he actually did do - are not the arduous tasks that he made them out to be. Putting together Ikea furniture is also easy enough, probably because I actually read the instructions.
I can have my bedroom how I want. I now have a dressing table, pink curtains and rug, and pretty fairy lights around the bed.
He actually has to look after our children by himself, meaning I don't get to hear him moaning about looking after them for a whole hour whilst I go to a medical appointment.
As above, I do not get daily texts asking when exactly I will be home from work, and I am not moaned at for staying a few minutes late once a month. (FWIW back when we were together I only worked 22 hours a week)
I don't lose sleep at night worrying about money and if he's going to earn much this month.
I realised that he only ever supported himself, and I was the one supporting the children financially as well as myself.
I don't get annoyed when he's home early from work.
I don't roll my eyes when he's called in sick to work yet again with some lame excuse, because I knew that when one of the children became ill he couldn't possibly take a single day off work.
No more doing his work admin because he couldn't do it himself.
Any socks lying around belong to small children, not smelly man feet.
I don't spend my birthdays doing activities he wants to do or participating in his hobbies.
When I was looking for another job, I could take the time I needed to prep for interviews etc without him moaning that I wasn't spending time with the children or him. Apparently all that stuff is unnecessary cos "you'll get the job anyway".
No expectation of sex when I don't want it, being told that I "could just lie there and don't have to do anything". No more listening to how he "has needs".
No more attempting to touch me up in front of our children.
I don't have to tell anyone where I am going or what I'm doing or what time I will be home. No one is interested in tracking me.
I can have a couple of drinks without him disapproving.
No more in laws.
No more feeling like I have three children when in fact we only had two.
I got another cat and could get 10 more cats if I wished.
No more having to give blowjobs to someone with a massive willy. 🤮