Dear Chump Lady,
So I’m 11 months out, but living the hell of in-house separation. (I can’t afford to go until I have a financial settlement, he won’t go… entitlement, enough said). Awaiting court date in February.
Anyway, I always put the Christmas decorations up on or around the first of December. It’s his weekend with our daughter this one, so I thought I’d do it Thursday to see her face before she went off for the weekend. (The creep always takes our daughter to OW’s on his weekend — whole different story of fuckedupness, don’t get me started…).
So, I go into the garage Thursday morning… both Christmas trees gone! The guy that never gave a shit about Christmas, or how excited I get for it, literally turned into the Grinch that stole Christmas.
I cried for 5 minutes, rang my mum, and then my friend, dropped my daughter off at school, and gathered my thoughts. He’s been desperately trying to engage me in arguments for months. He stoops to all sorts of levels to get a rise out of me. (I’m strict grey rock and he hates it.) The lies, manipulation, gaslighting, plain nastiness, and now parental alienation of my daughter is happening. But this… I honestly couldn’t believe it. I knew he wanted me to lose my shit.
Instead of losing my shit with him, I drove all over my city for 3 hours (time I didn’t have to spare) and eventually spent £110 (money I definitely didn’t have to spare either) on a tree. I was adamant my little girl was getting her Christmas tree up like normal if it killed me. I put it up, enjoyed decorating it and the stress was so worth it when she came in after school and saw it.
I know there’ll be some repercussions/revenge from him. He hates looking like a fool or when I stand up for myself. So I admit I’m scared of what he’ll do next. But it was a small win for now that I wanted to share with you all here because at times only you guys no how hard and painful this shit is.
I can’t wait for this to be over.
“Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!” ― Dr. Seuss, How the Grinch Stole Christmas!
… What if Christmas means … fucking your whore!
(This line contributed by Mr. Chump Lady, who suggests the proper response to this column is to write all comments in Dr. Seuss verse.)
So, let me get this straight — you’re still living with the Grinch? But he feels entitled to help himself to the Christmas decor? And spends his weekends with the OW? With your child?
What a loathsome blister on Satan’s ass this guy is. Merry Christmas OW! Giftwrap that motherfucker with a bow and leave him under the tree. Trees.
Nothing says holiday romance like, “I stole my wife’s Christmas decor, just for you, Schmoopie.” Think of the Hallmark specials.
I’m Dreaming of Recycled Christmas.
It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like… Small Claims Court
Silver Bells (I Stole From a Child)
I mean, SHE WON THIS DREAMBOAT! Yahoo-dor-RAY.
I know there’ll be some repercussions/revenge from him.
What? Because you REPLACED A STOLEN CHRISTMAS TREE? Trees? How dare you be resilient? Cheating and stealing wasn’t punishment enough? What exactly is he avenging? The unwarranted tinsel purchases? Making your daughter happy? That fresh pine scent?
He hates looking like a fool or when I stand up for myself. So I admit I’m scared of what he’ll do next.
He should be scared of what YOU do next. Don’t let this idiot intimidate you. You’re doing EXACTLY the right thing — he wants your pain, your pick me dance, and you’re giving him nothing. You take that £110 and add it to your financial settlement. Line item that shit. He can explain his pre-emptive division of assets to his lawyer.
Meanwhile, you enjoy a very merry holiday season. Soon you’ll be free of a fuckwit, and that’s the greatest gift of all.
Narrator: And what happened, then? Well, in Whoville they say – that the Grinch’s settlement grew three sizes that day. And then – the true meaning of Christmas came through, and the Grinch found new victims, plus two!