list of reasons to be glad I'm not with my ex..

[lovetobeatpeace]

Having a tough time of it at the moment & so am trying to deal with my angry feelings by reminding myself what an utter cunt exh is. Please feel free to add your own - I'm hoping we can all find some genuine relief/humour after venting.

1. I don’t fancy him and no longer have to keep up the pretence (his shaved balls - boak)
2. I don’t have to wonder anymore about who he is flirting with or who’s next on his potential affair list
3. I don’t have to lie in bed knowing he’s watching porn/web-camming in the next room
4. I don’t have to put up with his creepy/vomit inducing sex talk & selfish/shit performance in bed (could write a list on this topic alone)
5. I don’t have to get home from a hard day at work to discover he’s had one meeting, played golf/championship manager & has not even managed to wash his breakfast bowl
6. No more snot wiped on the back of the sofa/headboard
7. I don’t have to live with a selfish man child

1. No more being embarrassed when he gets out his "laminated joke list" & relays the same shit jokes over & over.

The lounge lizard thing was just barrrffff.
I forgot to say I dont miss his utterly dysfunctional family, their narrow mindedness, their casual racism (as in, we dont really mean it)
I dont miss his ridiculous pride at producing a loud fart. Or his singing "She's a lady" whenever I had the temerity to pass wind.

Pass the wine your post made me desperately sad :( Hope you are now in better health X
These lists are great and helping get perspective.
Nearly 4 months after split I am struggling with this so thank you ladies.

I won't even start, because I would never stop, and most of my posts are far too long as it is. Suffice it to say there are a lot more reasons to be glad than sorry that I no longer share living space with that... person.

Oh my favourite game!

Not having to drive an hour after a long day at work to his house because he's too busy to come to me for a change - yet is in the pub when I arrive and has been there for some time. And then having to drive to work the next morning on sod all sleep because...

...his snoring resembled a washing machine on full spin and began the moment his head hit the pillow. When I mentioned it to him I was told that I snored and kept him awake (I don't snore. I downloaded a sleep app to check)

Not having to see him walking around in a tshirt and nothing else because his belly had got so fat from all the drinking and takeouts that he couldn't bear for me to see him naked. But skinny litttle legs and a little willy hanging down was clearly far more attractive to me 🙄

His marathon toilet sessions multiple times a day that not only did he describe to me, I could smell from the other side of the house with doors shut and didn't bother bleaching the toilet after so got to see with my own eyes.

His refusal to listen to me have a moan about my busy stressful day but instead go on constantly about his business and how he was so so close to being a millionaire. Just the next deal. Every time. But stared past me, literally over my shoulder, whenever I talked about my day.

Wanting me to accompany him to all his jobs around the country, not understanding that I couldn't afford a £300 hotel bill every month and sitting in his car whilst he worked, waiting for a traffic warden to turn up and have to move the car in an unfamiliar city was not a fun way to spend a weekend.

His constant secret plan changing that ended up with me pregnant and him insisting that I have an abortion as children weren't in his plan until at least 2018/2019. Should have listened when I said I was off the pill then. Twat. Then sudden sympathy and wanting to be there for me when I had a mmc

Cleaning his mouldy house because I couldn't bear the old food lying around in the kitchen and slime in the bathroom and lack of mugs. It lived where it landed was his motto.

His new girlfriend is so lucky :-)

-the verbal manipulation, gaslighting and hours of psychological abuse
-the rancid, disgusting, BLACK fungal toenail
-he had a bad tooth that sometimes made his breath stink like the inside of a bin on a hot day
-never knowing what flavour of abuse the day had in store for me
-the way he expected praise for managing not to be awful for a whole weekend
-my family hate him and life was a constant juggling act of trying to keep people apart
-my children were starting to show effects stemming from never knowing what was going to happen next
-he was a total mummies boy and had yoyoed back and forth to his parents house numerous times in his adult life, where they pampered him like a prince
-irresponsible with money, would take out loans and waste his money and expect me to pay for things
-would want to get drunk and rant on about music for hours
-never shut up about the 90s. Get over it!
-endless drug stories from his 20 years of drug use.

Oh and he somehow gave me a gluten intolerance that gave me awful paralysing migraines. An MRI scan, multiple medications and many days off work later it turned out the cause was him. Have been fine since it ended and eating toast again like a trouper :-)

That was cathartic. Thanks!

So so many reasons but I'd just depress myself thinking about it.

I am, however, happy I never have to breathe in the stench of his godawful farts ever again.

We are trying to co parent and every time we do a handover the air around him is disgusting!

Thanks. Great reading . I definitely agree with the snoring like a warthog , and the marathon toilet sessions! (Amongst other things)

• no more listening to him eat
• no more seeing him try and spoon every drop of milk out of the cereal bowl
• no more skid marks on the sofa
• no more hair over my toothbrush as he decided to clip his hair over the sink
• no more being ignored
• no more worrying about what he's decided to sulk about - would've been something tiny I did to offend him 6 weeks ago
• no more fucking up laundry as he 'helped'
• no more broken sofa as he's sit in the exact same spot for hours/days
• clean pretty bedding - pick any colour as I don't need to worry about him lying on it after work
• fresh smelling pillows - sweaty bastard
• no more in laws
• no more narc bil
• can chose what food to eat
• no more treading on eggshells
• no more sky sports
• being able to speak to and meet up with outever whenever I want
• being able to laugh
• being social
• having fun with my dc
• no more ridiculously loud sneezes
• no more sweaty slippers

I could go on!

• not having to smell nail varnish and nail varnish remover every night
• not having to listen to the frigging nail file come out every spare second or brush off the nail clippings and dust from wherever she was sitting
• not having to put up with her over-entitled friends
• not having to wait hours for the shower to be free
• not having to regularly shower in cold water (see above)
• not having to lie next to her in bed and breathe in the alcohol fumes and stale cigarette smell
• not having to pull the hair out of the bath plug hole for the 20th time in a week
• not having to worry about whether she's going to get pissed up - again - and want to get picked up from somewhere many miles away when public transport has all shut down
• not having to put up with her rudeness toward my family and friends
• not having her deride my career choices (when she'd been sacked and was generally unreliable and unemployable)
• not having to worry whether she's going to attack me or sit through her paranoid rants about my "affairs" (never have had one, with her or any other P) or which of her mates I fancied more than her.

What can I say? I was young, relatively inexperienced and too loyal. And I've not even included the worst of what she did as it's too identifying.

You live and (hopefully) learn.

Love the thread

Him sucking the fun out of the house when he came home.
Him droning on about his latest expensive hobbie

Him being atrocious with money and blaming me
Him never wanting to go on holiday.
Him drinking far to much every night of the week
Him pissing the bed when off his face after a night out.
Him farting really disgusting noises
Him being negative on every suggestion i made
Him always asking what we were doing at the weekend instead of suggesting something himself

His tiny hands yuk
His even smaller willy (ha ha)
In fact i haven't missed the twat one little bit

Goodness that felt good.

These are brilliant!
I have many but the best things would be;
His over dramatic screaming if he so much as stubbed his toe.
His questionable personal hygiene and the smell of his rarely washed bedding.
Him making such an ordeal about having a shit including sound effects!
Him telling me how he has 'lost weight' whilst shaking one of his several chins and trying to hold his humongous man boobs in!
His small, thin, soft penis.
His new found religious brainwashing.
I could go on but he's taken up enough of my life as it is!

Really just speaking to him

-Never being able to go on holiday as whenever a trip drew near he would cause a horrible argument and we would break up.
-screaming when he yawned
-throwing my things at me in public
-humiliating me in public

I no longer have to put up with:

• his video game obsession
• his blatant anger issues
• the fact that he never wanted to go anywhere, ever
• his constant whinging about his lack of money
• his constant stream of health "issues" (man flu)
• his habit of lying about his ex's and his children
• his diet of beige freezer food
• the lucozade bottles he constantly felt the need to drink

I am SO glad we're no longer together!

Too many to mention but the ones that stick out the most:

-his stained teeth with fetching black borders
-his non existent, boney arse
-his constant texting and getting angry if I didn't reply within an hour
-his ignoring me, both via text and in person
-his blow by blow, word for word recounting of the world's most boring conversations which he'd had that day
-his having to tell me about every woman who ever looked at him and how they all secretly wanted him
-him constantly bringing up men he was jealous of and then blaming me for him talking about them
-his one rule for me and another for you mentality
-his terrifying driving at over twice the speed limit
-his crying to try to get away with being a total knob
-his texting of other women and then constantly accusing me of cheating
-the disgusting way he talked about other women and blamed his exes for all of his bad behaviour
-his daily threats to leave and his suicide threats when I finally left

Wow that feels so much better!

I've been laughing out loud at some of these, brilliant! I have remembered a couple more:

Him insisting on wearing linen trousers in the summer without underwear so things could "breathe" & having to watch his cock bobbing around when he walked..

How he thought farting in bed ( so I was literally heaving from the stench) was hilarious but then was surprised when I didn't want sex

Nobody puts me down or tells me there's no point in working because I won't succeed.
The only long red hairs in my bed belong to one of its official occupants.
I don't have to listen to him ranting and swearing at his mum on the phone when he can't find something a man of middle age should have long since taken personal responsibility for.
I don't have to listen to him whining about how he never made it as an actor.
I don't dread going home.
Evenings don't feel like they go on forever any more.
I don't have to pretend to like presents he bought me knowing that he liked them and I wouldn't (equipment for a hobby we didn't share)
My friends no longer avoid me.
The drinking.

I realised the other day I can't even remember what colour his eyes were. I still remember how unclean he made me feel.

His teeth and me having to explain to him that you need to visit the dentist more than once every 10 years

Not having to watch repeats of only fools or top gear

His weird collection of car magazines he never looked at.

His weird relationship with his family that I helped to fix but will probably break down again as he makes no effort.

His drinking and how he won't accept he drinks too much.

His dull friends he has to see at exactly the same every week.

Him being so rubbish at getting back to people about important issues that they message me to try and get him to deal with stuff.

His mid life crisis.

His furniture which is thinks is antique but is just old and rubbish.