Things I won't miss about exh this Christmas

[Wilhamenawonka]

I've been a little down this week thinking about Christmas on my own with the kids. Very what's point about it all.

Then i remembered how he used to go round the house looking for his presents like a little kid before confessing with a sad face.
Uuugh. It makes my fanny shrivel just thinking about it.
Add to that all the wife work and lack of thought from him every year and it suddenly doesn't look too bad.

Anyone else got a good tale of freedom?

Utterly shot presents unless I had told him exactly what I wanted and bought it myself but he still expected me to fawn over the shit he had bought.

His family.

Going to his parents house every year with his weird brother and wife. No telly no music no atmosphere! So boring!!

The drunkeness. The tension of knowing it would all turn ugly. The acting like a guest and doing fuck all to help in any way 'It's Christmas, I want to relax' - er, well yeah, me too shithead.

Having to visit his awful family.

Mostly the drunkness though, wrecked everything.

Everything to be honest - I am so excited for this year I feel like a 6 year old!

Everything! The whole holiday is a thing that he “doesn’t do”. So the presents and tree and decorations and the whole day are much better now.

The insufferable sulking if we went to my family rather than his, despite taking turns each year. I enjoyed both! I miss his family but he was a PoS.

His pubes on my fresh clean bedding.

Huge tantrums at the idea he should get me a gift which he conjured out of nowhere as I never asked for anything.

Inviting his acquaintances around with no discussion year on year and not lifting a finger to muck in all day.

Drinking too much and being awful.

Wrecking my parents' house if we went there - making a mess, melting carpets with knocked over lamps, knocking paintings off walls.

Oh the joy of not having to negotiate everything! No longer having the constant "i don't care, do what you like, cancel Christmas for all i care" swiftly followed by "i wanted this that and other , how dare you decide without me" followed by spend spend spending on my poor worn out credit cards to try and make up to him for not getting it right, followed by opening a whole load of random stuff and not the one small gift i asked for.

Generally him being a miserable bastard, black cloud sat at the dinner table.

Him bloated and farting all day after dinner, then getting slowly pissed.

having to stroke his ego and tiny willy to show appreciation for my gifts.

Second Christmas on my own with my grown up kids, last year was great, this year will be fab.

So in a nutshell don't miss the miserable twat at all....to think i was brokenhearted when he left.

The positives will always win out in the end

‘having to stroke his ego and tiny willy to show appreciation for my gifts.’ That made me snort!

I won’t miss having to cook everything because he never lifted a finger or that he would eat all of the meat leftovers out of the fridge secretly so there was none left for anyone else. Even when we were at my parents and they were providing the food.

Also sitting down to do present wrapping ‘together’ which always culminated in him telling me I had bought too much and I always wrapped everything crappily and it would be much better if he did it. With huffs and puffs. And being told 7,000 times that he hated Christmas.

Fucking arsing Scrooge bastard. Good riddance.

You lucky bastards

Love this thread x

Following the birthday when he got me something (expensive) I had specifically asked him not to, I think just not having to consider him at all is benefit enough.

ILs were OK, though I have now discovered quite how many lies they were prepared to tell to cover up his real whereabouts so I don't miss them either (though we do still see each other occasionally for family set piece major events which I go to with the DC - when STBX can't/won't)

Buy you could have cake with your DCs and wear your pyjamas and watch cartoons all day of you want to.

Or go and explore parks /woods if it's nice and make up Scary winter stories if you want to.

Is there anything you and your DCs wanted to do but can't when x was around?

Cooking all day and still having to do all the dishes after while he nicks the last of my wine (he isn't supposed to bloody well drink alcohol). Everything by committee then me being left to execute it all. His bloody mopey face.

Yes I'll still be cooking and cleaning but it's easier when there isn't someone else there not helping.

I'm very excited about cuntmas for the first time in years

Him doing fuck all in the lead up to Xmas apart from whinge about how fucking busy and stressed he is at work. Him going to Asda at the last minute and buying me fucking candles and 2 for 1 bubble bath. I DON'T FUCKING USE THE STUFF. Him saying 'we should treat ourselves'. Him slopping off to his 'office' after the presents have been opened to get stoned and play computer games.

First Xmas without him. I'm not looking forward to it but at least I don't have to put up with that shit.

Cheggars

Love the fanny shrivel. Sums it up really.

My first Christmas I dreaded but when the day came, no dramas or bad feeling and I thought, actually, this is ok.

The shouting, screaming and swearing. Falling out wherever we go anywhere and having his ex be a thorn in our side. His beady little eyes and his miserable face. His tales of woe over of his ex and how she'll spoil another year like shes spoil any occasion we've ever had. His ability to turn mute when anywhere near my family and make them feel as uncomfortable as possible almost to the point of hatred. His never ending life storys as if the bible was wrote about him and i should sit at his feet waiting for words of wisdom to pour out.

(Ex)MIL dictating every single bloody Xmas

The last minute refusal, every year, to drive to my parents, leaving me stranded and facing the prospect of a Xmas just with him.

Organising and paying for everything, including the expensive Xmas present he always inevitably wanted.

The lack of gratitude.

Love this thread!

@Wilhamenawonka I totally get the man child thing about the presents.

We would write a list for each other - I'd keep mine cheap and cheerful - cookery books etc and he would write a list full of expensive gadgets (one year was an airbrush painting machine for over £500 and a 3D tv)

The worst was the year I was pestered and pestered to get him an Xbox. I duly bought it and wrapped it and put it under the tree. He was so stressed that I hadn't possibly bought him the correct special edition one that he measured the box in the wrapping paper, then went to Game with a measuring tape and asked if he could measure and check the box there to ensure it was the correct one.

Organising everything and him taking all the glory for it. Never helping with the cooking - just having all the Lego building fun in the morning.

Once having a strop because I built a more complicated Lego kit before his slightly more simple one and my DS being overjoyed with my ace skills.

And expecting a shag after all of that.

Great thread!

This is first Christmas without ExH and I'm feeling much more festive than usual!

I won't miss him failing to budget for/ spending any money saved for the DC's presents and leaving me to panic and borrow money at the last minute. I won't miss the crappy visit to PILS. I definitely won't miss him sitting on his arse drinking brandy all day then acting like a twat before kicking off. I won't miss him refusing to get out of bed on Boxing Day because he's so hungover. I could go on...

And I can put super tacky blingy decorations up all over the house this year!