Let me tell you all a Christmas story....it’s a good one and called “The Controlling Cunt”. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin....
There once was a XH who left his DW when their DC were quite little still. For his secretary but that is perhaps more a Tale for Easter!
As the years passed, the XH maintained the same behaviour he displayed during the marriage, which led to him becoming known as “The Controlling Cunt”. He suited his new name ever so well and one would almost think he garnered extra self esteem from it, bless him!
Now, the little DC grew older as littl’uns have a tendency to do. They were however not immune from The Controlling Cunt’s behaviour. He would especially excel himself around this time of year, telling the DCs he had booked plane tickets for them to spend the festive season with him and not deliver. This year was to be no exception.
This morning there has been lots of upset, arguing and sadness in the DC’s home as it transpired that the tickets The Controlling Cunt told them he had booked to fly out in 3 days time were in fact....a Christmas mirage.
The elder DC lost their proverbial shit with The Controlling Cunt. Not ideal, their DM would agree, however that had been brewing for a long time.
The Controlling Cunt thought it most unfair and messaged the DM to keep her DC under control as they were not to speak to him in such a vile manner as he was their father. The DM reminded him that DC1 would soon legally be an adult and Controlling was not something that was in order.
Meanwhile DC2 had taken to their bed to bury their tears in their pillow as well, which led to the DM running between bedrooms to comfort both DC whilst trying to resist responding to vile messages she received from The Controlling Cunt.
Finally, resist she could no more. A polite but harsh message was dispatched in The Controlling Cunt’s direction. As per usual, The Controlling Cunt them changed his tactics with the DC and once again promised them the earth and to find some tickets to get them to him before Christmas.
The DC’s home is still in mayhem and dismay and will remain so after The Controlling Cunt will inevitably tell the DC that tickets at this short notice will prove either non-existent or non-affordable.
The DM will mop up the fall out of The Controlling Cunt’s fuck ups as per usual, resting comfortably in the knowledge that everything still is, as it ever was, her fault.
The DM will plaster a smile on her face as she now dreads Christmas Day with 2 distraught Teen DC. This is what she’s always done and will do until the end of time.
The moral of this story? Controlling Cunts can destroy lives from afar and will never change. Nor will anything ever be their fault. But most, most importantly: the DM will share her bed with 2 teen DC for extra cuddles to make them remember how much they are loved.
Rant over. I don’t give a flying fuck if this outs me. Not a single fuck. I had to tell this to someone as I am beyond livid and upset.
Wishing you all a Merry Christmas. Without Controlling Cunts!!!