I don’t miss:
Being asked what’s for tea. Every. Fucking. Day.
The clothes piles all over the bedroom floor. Or the can pyramid.
The absolute inability to do anything administrative without me watching over.
Being asked “what am I going to do?” Whenever I had plans with friends.
The constant pressure to climb hills. Or timing him run a 5k because he doesn’t trust stop watches.
Catching him speaking to other women approx once a year.
Not having access to my own savings.
Having to do all food shopping for fear he’d just come back with Pringles.
Not being able to see my family for any reasonable length of time because he’d always want to get back home.
The constant reminders that he (very unfortunately!!) lost his mum at a young age, so therefore mine shouldn’t get Christmas or Mother’s Day presents because that’s not fair.
Having to spend time with his dreadful family.
The selfishness of a man who would leave his wife on a roadside after she’d been in a car accident, because he’s got stuff to do.
I would point out that I’m happily with someone else now, so things can pick up, I just don’t have or accept any of those things anymore 😂.