@Sicario thank you re xmas - I would much rather have nothing to do with The Hag and not have her in my home, but this is my carefully worked out plan (actually, it took me five mins!)
Def doing the right thing as Mr Monkey has just returned from taking the witch to an eye appointment.
She has some canker on her face which she's just refused to go to the doctor about.
Constant moaning.
No one ever rings me, I sit staring at four walls.
this was ramped up as Mr Monkey didn't take her out for lunch. He nipped out for 45 mins - he's working at home - and does not have time to sit through a miserable lunch.
She's starting to bring up Christmas, and there's an unspoken assumption that she's going to my mums (laughs hysterically) as...
“Don’t bother getting me anything.”
MM:” that's ok we won't.”
“Tell Mummy Monkey not to get me anything.” - here we go, I'm going to that nice warm house...
MM: “you can tell her yourself”.
“Tell my daughter in law (my SIL) who lives in Scotland not to get me “any smelly stuff”.*”
This is all the gorgeous PRADA etc stuff SIL gets through her job.
“I'll need to tell the caretaker to get rid of it all for me.**”
MM: “give it to a charity shop.”
I’LL HAVE THE LOT, thinks Monkey.
We have said NOTHING about Xmas and won't for another month.
She can fucking stew.
She knows she fucked up last year and is waiting for the normal status quo. NO WAY.
Talk about emotionally stupid and entitled.
*rude and ungrateful
**ruder and reveals a lie she told that she was already putting stuff in the flat foyer for people to take away which was designed to wound.
@Sicario
You have SO much wisdom about going no contact. It's helped me to get to absolute bargain basement contact with The Hag.