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The 3 Worst Things You Don’t Miss

doucheToday’s Friday Challenge is back by popular demand — Three Worst (or Douchiest) Things You Don’t Miss.

I updated from douche to worst, as generally speaking only straight men are douchebags and FWs come in all flavors.

The column was originally Mr. CL’s idea. We were knee-deep in a move, going through decades worth of stuff, and having a lot of “WTF did I see in that assemblage of old cell phone cables?” moments.

So, in the spirit of Taking Out the Trash, what are the three WORST, douchiest, most awful non-infidelity-related things you won’t or don’t miss about your ex?

Sure, we can all say “the hooker habit” or the gaslighting. I’m talking about the little things that make your douche the douchiest of douches. That sets him or her apart from the pack.

  • Draped his pants over a chair the minute he walked in the door.
  • Asked for help shaving his back hair.
  • Ate a copious amount of discount frozen pizzas.

When you love, you overlook. No one’s perfect, of course. But divorce liberates you from their revolting lace doily decorating whims and Franklin Mint commemorative plates.

What’s not to miss?


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  • Shower nose-blowing.

    I’ll stop there. Of course there is MORE.

    And really the smell of him. Something about his body chemistry started to reek. It wasn’t always like this. Over the last 5-10yrs it was bad. Made the wet dogs smell lovely.

    • Mine had a weird smell the whole time I knew him. I felt bad that I thought that; now I think it was probably a sign of something underlying not right. After we separated I collected him and the kids from the airport once and he sat in backseat of my car. The smell was overpowering. I realise now, having gone through the high levels of stress myself post D Day, the night sweats etc, and having an awful smell in my bedroom some mornings after I’d sweated a bucket load that he was probably secreting something from stress or fear the whole time I’d known him.
      I’ve never smelt it on anyone else.

      • What is with the smell? I’m seeing so many posts about FWs and their odors and didn’t realize how common it is:
        1. FW has something like an acid coming from his body… If he didn’t shower a lot, he would smell sour. And whatever it was, turned his white undershirts orange… especially where there was heavy sweat. It was abhorrent. I thought it was his deodorant at first but then realized it was him. And his mother expected me to treat all of his shirts with vinegar to get the stains out… because she had to do that for his dad.

        Loudest snoring in the world — shook the house. And crazy night terrors that I would need to carefully wake him from. Oh good times
        Big guy (6’5”) with zero self awareness. He ran into me all the time. He broke everything in the house… Sat down too hard on couches and busted them… broke the seat on his car… Dropped plates and smashed glasses regularly. Like literally all the time.

        3+ Boring in every way. He was a dud in bed and had no libido and hated to be touched. It was not sexy ever. (Imagine my trauma when he cheated on me — like wtf??). He was like dragging an anchor to get him to go anywhere or do anything… and even with friends he mostly chose to sit in silence or literally walk away from people and read a book – for real. Many pointed this out to me after he left.

        3++ filthy in the house. He boarded empty boxes and stored them — every box from anything we bought especially large electronics. Made a mess of the bathrooms and kitchen and didn’t clean up. Crumbs everywhere attracting bugs. Clogging the toilet DAILY.

        3+++ he never defended me in any way. His parents — especially his mom — would say and do terrible things. There was antisemitism from his family (I’m Jewish) and he would just stare off and let me take it.

        My therapist promised me that one day I’d be THANKFUL he left. She was right.

        • Chromihidrosis or “colored sweat” is harmless and can relate to ethnicity. One of my teen sons has slightly yellow sweat which only shows up on white garments over time. But my son always smells like flowers. Since you mentioned strong BO, it could be pseudochromihidrosis which relates to infection. Then there’s orange sweat from high bilirubin or jaundice from liver disease. The latter can definitely come with body odor and foul breath.

          • Hell of a Chump — FW’s sweat was putrid. Yellowish would be fine. FW’s underarms would get more orange and harden the t-shirt and even get holes in it. It wouldn’t take many wearings to get them that way. I would try to wash them but had little luck getting enough of the stains out. I often would just throw the shirts out and buy new ones a lot. If I didn’t, he’d wear them with the holes and hard orange stains. I never saw such a thing in my life. But apparently his dad was the same. And his smell was equally foul — maybe even worse.

            FW showered regularly and was aware of it. He sometimes would shower again at night to manage it. I think it was mostly genetic and probably one of the things you mentioned, but maybe an extreme version.

            • My teen son’s slightly yellow sweat prompted a lot of sleuthing by me and my kids’ pediatrician so I learned more than I wanted to. I read that orange sweat relates mostly to hyperbilirubinemia as opposed to “yellow” (or blue or green– weird) sweat related to chromihydrosis but there have been rarer reports of orange sweat from the latter. The more common cause of orange sweat would be elevated bilirubin. Did your ex-FW take a lot of OTC or scrip medications (there are dozens which cause liver damage), abuse alcohol and/or consume a lot of soda and synthetic junk food? Did he have Hep C? Elevated bilirubin, if it’s not related to liver disease or infection, might also be caused by genetic conditions like Gilbert’s syndrome. The condition hemochromatosis– which can be genetic or worsened or caused by alcohol abuse– can apparently lead to a bronze-colored build-up in sweat glands. I’m not sure if the latter can cause staining.

              • I don’t know what meds he was taking except for GERD. But I do now he was like that before any meds. And he wasn’t a big drinker as far I knew. I never thought to investigate it because he seemed fine with it (I asked his mom and she didn’t think it was any big deal). I was busy enough taking care of making sure he went to a doctor, dentist and fixing all kinds of health things he never bothered with. But now AP can live with it or try to help him. Meh

              • For sure if my fw could have done it he would have had me take his head to the dentist or hairdresser

        • Michelle, I think we were married to the same guy, or I married his twin.
          Ex had such oily skin that would leave a putrid odor on our sheets and pillow cases. If he hadn’t showered you could feel a film of oil on his body.
          Never defended me especially when it involved his parents. He’d stand there not saying a word.
          Boring no libido, hated to be touched, never cuddled, hugging him was like hugging a tree. He never initiated going anywhere. If we were visiting friends he’d sit and not say much. or watch from a distance. When I’d ask why he wasn’t social he’d tell me he had nothing in common with these people. He’d usually be watching me. When we’d get home he’d list the things he thought I did wrong socially, laughed too loud, talked too much, ask how much I had to drink, I shouldn’t have said something, I sang karaoke one night and when we got home he asked how much I ha to drink. I had nothing to drink, he insisted I did. Couldn’t have fun and be myself without his critique.
          He was the loudest snorer, he shook the house with his snoring. it was torture.
          One night terror he had he me by the neck…he didn’t have them often but I wondered if they would become more frequent because his Mother had them quite often.
          The orange on his to shirts and underarms of all shirts. He always told me never to buy him white shirts beside t shirts. It surprised me when he suddenly started buying his own clothes. Something he never did. It surprised me more when he bought white work out clothes. Later I found out why.., his AP wore all white.. I should have known.

          • Wow — too close to home! Brit, one of the night terrors FW had pressed his arm hard into my abdomen right at my diaphragm. I woke up because I couldn’t breathe… I couldn’t even scream out. In a panic I started pounding on him with my fists because I couldn’t force his arm off me. He woke and started screaming at me while I gasped for air.

            • Mine hit me once “in his sleep.” Smacked me right in the face while we were lying in bed. Not a pleasant way to wake up. He claimed he had no memory of it. I remember being worried about a sleep disorder. I look back now and think he probably just did it because he felt like it. It was while I was pregnant.

          • “when we’d get home he’d list the things he thought I did wrong socially…”

            Yes, to all of that ! Except he didn’t just list them, he’d scream into my face, and shove me hard against a door handle.

            • O.M.G. What a rectal orifice. (And for anyone who understands Yiddish: paskudnyak.)

              • P.S. “Paskudnyak” does mean mean “rectal orifice”. It is lower, more like “reprehensible”. (Like “no-one-will-come-to-his-funeral” reprehensible.)

            • Well that sucks. Mine did that, too. Even better, he’d scream at me all the way to a social outing about NOT doing all the things he thought I did wrong socially in the past. I’d arrive trying to fight back years, and he’d be happy, charming and the life of the party.

          • The combination of sleep apnea + odor + orange sweat (hyperbilirubinemia from liver disease) + night terrors and “suspension of REM sleep paralysis” + impaired empathy (inability to recognize or relate to other’s emotions) could add up to Parkinsonism. All of those symptoms have been observed in association with the condition. Speculation about the causes of Parkinson’s are all over the map but toxic exposure, certain drugs and medications, alcohol-induced liver cirrhosis and hepatitis B and C reportedly increase risk. Some recent research warns that a long history of sleepwalking and distressing dreams (which, combined, can lead to acting out violent nightmares) can often predict later development of Parkinson’s.

            • My FWs grandfather died of Parkinson’s and from what I observed and heard had a similar psychological profile to fw ~ seemed like an innocent little old man but was struck off as a lawyer for stealing client money.
              His family and fw covered up though as the story was “the rules changed, all the lawyers were doing the same thing around that time” ~ but for some mysterious reason he (and I just discovered) his brother/partner were the only two struck off that year?
              FWs narc mother grew up living in a succession of new houses in a prestigious suburb, went on cruises overseas when most people were lucky to have a flushing toilet (1950s), all funded by her mothers inherited wealth and fathers successful law firm stealing from people.
              Anyway I digress….

            • Hell of a Chump,
              Interesting, ex’s Mother had Parkinsons. Ex favored his Mother, same facial features and body type. She also had lots of night terrors that increased as she got older. I thought they might have been sue by trauma in her childhood.

          • OMG I sang karaoke with one of my exes ONE time and he got mad at me after because (get this) I sang better than him.

            Because. I sang better. Than him.

            • That’s funny, I think ex was jealous of me because people were paying attention to me and not him.
              He was weird that way. He always had to win when we played board games. Even when he played board games with out 5 year old son. It would take the fu out of playing. I also remember when going somewhere and meeting new people he’d be jealous if they talked with me more than they did with him. When he did decide to be social he’d make sure he was the center of attention. he was another personality, funny, friendly, personable, tell funny stories, people loved listening to his stories. Something I noticed with ex is when we were around people his vocabulary changed. He’d use words that are less common when having a conversation with the average population.. It didn’t occur to me until later, that he used that vocabulary to make others feel inferior. and for him to feel superior. He didn’t use the same vocabulary when he was with me. He’d sound like a hick behind closed doors. Thought it was strange that he could change his personality and vocabulary depending on who he was around or trying to impress. A chameleon. I don’t know if I ever knew who he was. Actually, maybe I do, it’s the evil, petty, vindictive, cruel person he became towards the end.

            • My ex said he had always refused to take dance lessons with me because he was afraid the instructor would tell him something I had ALSO told him, and that would make me RIGHT. So he wouldn’t go for nearly 20 years out of fear that it would appear I was RIGHT about something.🤯

        • Michelle, my ex was one of those guys that developed a huge rock-hard belly that he used as a battering ram, shoving people out of his way. It was horribly embarrassing seeing him leave a trail of aghast victims in his wake. I would either apologize for him or pretend I didn’t know him.

      • Mine also developed a weird smell…like super bad yeast or something. So strange.

      • Stress sweat from morally vacant apocrine glands is differant and STINKS:
        “Why does stress sweat smell different?
        Your body contains anywhere from 2 to 4 million sweat glands, the majority of which are eccrine glands. Eccrine glands cover most of your body, but they’re found in larger numbers on your palms, soles, forehead, and armpits.

        When your body temperature rises from physical activity or hot surroundings, your autonomic nervous system signals your eccrine glands to release sweat. This sweat is mostly made of water, with a small amount of salt and lipids mixed in. The sweat cools your skin and helps bring your temperature down.

        Then there are the other sweat glands: apocrine glands. Apocrine glands are larger and produce the majority of stress-related sweat.

        They’re found in parts of your body with higher numbers of hair follicles, such as your genital area and armpits. Your underarms secrete approximately 30 times more sweat when you’re under stress than when at rest.

        Sweat from your apocrine glands tends to be thicker and richer in proteins and lipids. The fats and nutrients in this type of sweat combine with the bacteria that live on your skin, resulting in body odor.

        Two types of sweat
        1. Regular sweat. When the body is hot, sweat is released by the eccrine sweat glands, which open onto the surface of the skin and cover most of the body. This sweat is made up of water, salt and potassium, and sits on the top of the skin. When this moisture evaporates, the body cools down.

        Stress sweat. When the body is reacting to an emotion, like anxiety, stress or excitement, sweat is released from the apocrine glands. These glands produce a milkier sweat comprised of fatty acids and proteins. The apocrine glands are found near dense pockets of hair follicles under the arms, around the groin and on the scalp. While this type of sweat is initially odorless, it doesn’t evaporate as quickly and can develop an odor when it combines with bacteria on the skin.,groin%20and%20on%20the%20scalp.

        I JUST realized this. Ex FW had CONSTANT stains on BRAND NEW undershirts AND Dress shirts. It was gross. Now I realize WHY. Because he was a moraless psychopath, he DID constantly ‘worry; that I WAS CHEATING / WOULD LEAVE.’ Projection. Of guilt, and armpit odor.
        Do Not. Miss.

      • I am just jumping in here to add (so that it shows up early in the queue) that it wouldn’t hurt for y’all to look up the first one of these, dated March 11, 2016. (Over 700 comments.) The similarities are spooky! (More than spooky, TBH.)

    • I know what you mean. His scent changed to something intolerable once he started cheating. I couldn’t stand to be near him.

      • A cheesy or rotting smell can be an STD. A stale, musty smell can be tinea or “ringworm” fungal infections of skin or scalp which are communicable and can be contracted from bang partners, dirty sheets, etc. Cheaters also seem to binge drink more so, as mentioned earlier, the smell could be liver disease.

      • Supposedly our mictobiome changes rapidly to match our families – it would make sense that new “encounters” would change it to match that new person’s bacteria. Maybe that’s what causes the change in smell?

    • I’ve just logged on and my first thought (before I saw your comment), was snot on the shower walls!!!!

        • yes, this.., stale oily skin. Hated it especially on our sheets and pillow cases. I’d ask him to please not lay on top of the comforter.

        • I always thought of the smell as cheater stink. I am glad I sold the marital home that I got in the settlement because to me the stink was always there.

    • I forgot about the shower nose-blowing! So glad I don’t have to deal with it any more.

    • I thought I had the only douchebag who blew his nose in the shower and then left it for me to clean up.

      • And he swore to the heavens he never did that. We were the only two living in the house, and *I* wasn’t doing it.

    • Yes the shower nose blowing drove me insane! The untrimmed nose hairs, the sound of him eating although I honestly think I have that thing where the sound of eating makes you crazy. Also his idea of foreplay was grabbing my breasts or crotch when he walked by me doing just about anything, like the dinner dishes.

  • How he would just take off and leave me in the dust if he thought a bus or train was coming/completely ignore me when I was talking to him if he was looking for a bus.

    If we were walking somewhere, he would CONSTANTLY be looking over his shoulder or staring behind him. At one point I got fed up and said “I’M TALKING TO YOU.” He stopped and said he was looking for the bus. I told him if he wanted to wait for one we could stand at the actual bus stop, but if we are actually walking he can stop staring over his shoulder when I’m trying to have a conversation. …god that was irritating.

    But it was worse when we were getting on a train. If he just heard one coming, he would just tear off up the stairs or down a platform and leave me behind. Regardless of if it was even the right train. He didn’t even bother to check. He’d just run off. One time he did that and he actually did get on the wrong train. Without me. I yelled after him it was the wrong damn train. He got off in time and yeah I was mad. But it got worse when he actually started second guessing me. Was I sure it was the wrong train? What if it was the right one and we just missed it?

    I said “we?” You completely took off and left me behind. AGAIN. But in any case, it was in fact, the wrong train you tore off to. We were going to pick something up from MY JOB. He was second guessing me on which train I took to the place I had been working for almost a year.

    …god I do NOT miss that.

    • Mine pulled that walking-ahead shit, too. I don’t get it. And it wasn’t just with me. It was with the kids, too.

      He would just walk (or, let’s say “stomp”) away. Guess he was angry. Who the hell knows? Totally childish and shitty behavior. Of course, the kids were annoyed/perplexed/hurt. We’d call him on it. He would never apologize or, better yet, change his ways.

      God, I don’t miss that behavior.

      • Yes, mine too. He’d walk ahead in the supermarket, the street, once we were in New York, at the 911 Memorial, and he just walked off, and totally disappeared for * two hours*. I was panicking, because he had the hotel room key, and all the money, and how was I going to get back ? Then he just appeared, and got angry with me because I was upset at his behaviour. Fucker.

        Rage driving.
        Screaming tantrums over nothing, usually because I hadn’t done some household task he thought I should have done.
        Furious with me for buying books, but happily spent loads on his wretched fishing equipment.

        Lots more I’m sure, but I don’t remember them all, am I on the road to meh ?😁

        But thank God I don’t have to put up with any if that shit, anymore .

        • OMG Rage driving! FW would get in scary confrontations on the highway all the time because he was so aggressive.

          • Mine would occasionally rage at my daughters in the car and drive like a maniac with us all crying in the car. After dday when I told people about it everyone was like OMG that is so abusive!

          • Mine was angry because I went to the bathroom too much on a road trip from Florida to Baltimore. I stopped every couple of hours. He grabbed the keys, got behind the wheel and for three hours was rage driving on I-95 in a monsoon and Richmond, DC and Baltimore rush hour traffic. I was terrified. The whole time he was screaming at me and calling me names because “everyone knows you only stop when you need to put gas in the car.”

            Then there were the times he’d get behind someone and tailgate them while flashing lights and honking the horn. One time he did this at 11pm and followed some woman when she kept turning to get away from him. Finally she stopped and he jumped out of the car and ran to her car and pounded on the window and screamed at her because she cut him off. She had out of state plates, and was probably just lost.

            • That kind of shit is why I carry a gun. I am not going to be murdered by one of these psychos.

          • Yes! rage driving. I forgot to put that on yesterday’s list. He was like a lunatic on the freeway.

        • Mine would walk ahead too. Or just leave restaurants without telling anyone. We’d think he was going to the bathroom, but he’d be outside. His dad did it too. His mother and sister thought it was funny. I thought it was rude.

          He’d also just look at someone else, usually a pretty woman across the room, while I was talking to him. Didn’t even pretend to be listening after the first year together or so.

          He was super weird about design details. Every corner had the be straight. He couldn’t stand any matching patterns or layered textures. When we got a new quartzite countertop, he literally spent a day with the stonecutter figuring out which directions the swirls should go in. Think single guy home with a tv, ugly couch, and beige, only a family home with kids and whatever style/color I could convince him to keep. Our house never felt like home until he moved out and I could make it cozy.

          I’m so glad he left. At this point I wonder why exactly I cried for 2 years?

          • FW was always walking ahead of me and kids too, but more oblivious than angry. When we bought a house I had to tell him, when someone else is home and you are leaving randomly to go to the store it’s nice to just tell them so they are not looking for you. He did get better about that.

            Rage driving – he was always a fast/somewhat aggressive driver with his sports car, but only after the cheating (that I know about – suspected monkey branching) started was it clearly rage driving. I had said something about it twice on a trip and the third time I just waited until a rest stop, got out with the kids, and said we’re not getting back in unless I drive.

          • He would do things like that too. He’d say he was going to the bathroom, but 10, 20, 30 minutes later he’s nowhere to be found. I would have to go looking for him and he had run into a friend or something and spent the next 30 minutes talking to them. Or he struck up a conversation with a stranger and stood talking to them the whole time. And this wasn’t at restaurants, this was EVERYWHERE. He left me in the car for 25 minutes once because he ran into someone. He was supposed to just go into the building, grab a paper, and come back out because we had somewhere to be. I finally had to go in and get him.

            The most infuriating time, and this was close to the point where I asked for a divorce, was when he left me sitting at the HR Block for 45 minutes. Me and the preparer had started the process of doing our taxes, but then we reached a point where we couldn’t go any further without his signature in person. He had been late already by the time I got there, and I kept texting him telling him he needed to get there because his in person signature is required. I didn’t understand why he was late to begin with because we had the appointment scheduled for a week and he knew when and where it was. By the time he actually showed up he was a total of 45 minutes late, and had left me sitting there with the tax preparer unable to do anything for about 30 minutes. What was he doing?

            He stopped into a dental office because they had a “Now Hiring” sign in the window looking for a dental assistant. He has no training in dental science whatsoever. He spent that time trying to convince them to hire him (spoilers, he did not get the job.) I was so angry at him after we left.

            Which brings me to the next thing I do NOT miss: His constant job hunting. It NEVER ENDED. Even when he had a job, he would still be looking for a different one. He would hold down a position for maybe two months total before he was hopping to a new one. One-two months there, then the next one. He just would not. stay. at. a. job. He didn’t have any reason to be constantly changing jobs all the time. He just …did. And he would be constantly asking me to look at his resume. Over and over again. Constant job changing meant he was constantly changing up his resume. One day I had enough and told him to review his own damn resume he’s an adult he can do it himself. I was really just tired of the never-ending job hunts. And yes, he would be applying for jobs for which he had no qualifications…like dental assistant.

            • When we would go somewhere he’d be sitting on the couch waiting for me and our son. We wold walk out to his truck, put our seatbelts on and he’s say, I forgot something.., then he’d go back inside the house making us wait for him for at least 10 minutes. He’d come back with his comb.

              I have a habit of falling asleep in the car after a long day. I would fight falling asleep when he would drive home from being out all day. He’d be furious with me if I fell asleep on the way home. It didn’t matter how late it was.
              When we went out for the day I’d bring water bottles for us to drink. We would keep our empty water bottles in the truck until we got home. He’d inspect his truck to make sure we didn’t leave anything behind. If he’d find an empty water bottle he’d throw it at us and go into a rage. I can laugh now but at the time it wasn’t funny. Now that I think about it and I’m wiser I should have held him accountable. It’s bad when you don’t want to confront them about their unacceptable behavior to avoid another rage or I knew he wouldn’t care what I said. I had no leverage.

        • Rage driving and unsafe driving– particularly when the driver gets angry if passengers complain about feeling unsafe– were some of the red flags listed repeatedly on a reddit thread about cheaters/abusers.

          • My worst experience with feeling unsafe while experiencing his rage driving was while 41 weeks pregnant and headed to the hospital. He was angry to be going because I wasn’t “really in labor” – this was true, I wasn’t in labor but I had to go in anyway. He was mean and drove more recklessly the more I complained or tensed up. Interesting the abusive shit which I never took seriously at the time!

            • Yup. Driving too fast, slamming on the brakes, goosing the gas; all to antagonize
              Add yelling racial slurs at other drivers, because he knew I ahbor racism (like all normal people)

          • …and yelling at me in the car so loudly that everyone around our car could hear and looked at him ((shaking their heads in disgust).

      • Mine also did this….would walk ahead of me and our five kids when they were little, and people would stare because it was so rude/weird.

        • RedKD,

          I was in DC recently and saw a father do this to his wife and two kids. In that moment, it all came back to me. That kind of behavior is messed up and abusive.

          • In a big survey in the UK, something like 50% of men expressed attitudes about heterosexual relationships that are consistent with coercive control patterns. So I think it’s a HUGE problem.

          • Ex did this to me during a Fourth of July parade. I had asked ex if he would get me a bottle of water they were handing out. Ex said no and kept walking. A young man with his baby stepped in front of ex and and handed him a water bottle and said, give this to your wife.

            • When it takes a stranger intervening on your behalf, to notice that the fuck wit is being dismissive, denigrating and abusive, that’s when you know it’s time to get the hell out.

              We were on vacation in London, and fuck wit started a fight with me, and to keep the peace and only to keep the peace, I apologized to him and asked if there was anything that I could do so that we could have a good day. His reply was too very loudly. Tell me after stopping in the middle of the sidewalk.“Yeah. You can get down on your knees and give me a blow job right here!“ A very nice younger man who had been having a beer at an outside pub venue immediately got up and came over to me and asked me if I needed any help or legal assistance. Tears were welling up in my eyes and the fuck wit aggressively went up to him and said no she doesn’t need any help get away. That’s the moment where I should have said yes please help me get the police I’m being abused.

              • Dear God. That’s unbelievably vile. 😡😡. Thank God you’re away from that. 💝Xx

              • A woman once intervened when my EX was being verbally abusive in public, I suspect he thought he could get away with it as no men were within earshot. I wish I could go back in time and let her know that her willingness to see and call out his behavior was one of the flashing lights that finally helped me decide I needed to divorce. I had been normalizing his abuse for so long, that I had trouble admitting it was really there. Stepping up and speaking out is important even if the abuse victim doesn’t seem to grasp the helping hand being offered in the moment.

              • A woman once came over and told FW to stop when he was yelling at me and I was crying. And I TOLD HER TO LEAVE US ALONE and DEFENDED HIM. Jeez I was in deep. Thinking back, I appreciate what she tried to do, and wish I’d understood just what was happening to me.

        • Same here along with the rage driving. My kids would beg me to drive the entire way on long road trips. One more thing I had to do because he wasn’t able to be normal.

    • Best Regards did the walking-ahead thing, too, all the time but especially when he was angry with me. He’d leave me 12 paces behind like a servant.

      He would also “dead fish handhold” me: I would try to hold his hand, but he wouldn’t hold mine back–so it was like holding onto a dead fish. Or like he had forgotten I was there….

      Once, a couple of years before he left me, we were walking on a trail, and a rattlesnake slid out in front of him. I grabbed his arm before he could step on it, and he swore at me for scaring him. So I pointed to the rattlesnake slithering into the weeds like 2 feet away, and he snapped, “I wasn’t going to step on it!” and stormed away from me up the trail. I remember looking at his back as I shuffled along after him yet once again, humiliated, thinking: There is something very wrong with this relationship. I should have left him right then–would have saved so much stress and pain and heartbreak.

      • It seems like a little thing , doesn’t it, and yet it’s really not. It’s the mask slipping. No rattlesnakes involved , but very early in the relationship we were walking up Ben Nevis. He was way ahead (of course), and I called to him to stop because I wanted to take a picture, and have a rest. I remember so clearly how he whipped around with a look of utter rage on his face.

        Like you, I shuffled behind. Unlike you, I thought it was my fault. But like you, I wish I’d had the sense then to realise what it meant, and end it. 24 years later … 🙄😱🤮

        • I also blamed myself,I thought it had to me that was making him behave the way he did. If I’d try and talk to him about something or ask why he was always angry he’d say, “I get along with everyone but you, so it’s you”. I’d be confused but it never occur to me, he didn’t treat other people the way he did me.
          To outsiders he’s a great guy behind closed doors he was rude, disrespectful, vindictive and cruel.

  • My ex was a hoarder. Our basement was full. As was our bedroom the rest of it I made sure he did not
    Hoard. The other thing is his endless sitting around doing nothing. I am so busy and I love it. Lastly we moved into a brand new house in 2003 he would not paint the white walls or let me hang pictures! I have so awesome cool art and it is everywhere in my apt!!!

    • Oh my gosh….this sounds like my first FW too. The hoarding!!!!! The not doing anything around the house!!!!! Ugh😵‍💫🫠. So glad to be away from that energy vampire.

    • I actually hear this from friends a lot about their exes. Just not doing anything. Sitting around. Never wanting to go anywhere or try anything new.

      I get itchy when I can’t get out and do things. Me and my boyfriend love having adventures. We’re get outta the house type of people.

  • FW #1) would take off his clothes from the moment he walked in the door and literally leave a trail throughout the house….boot there, sock, here, belt on the dinning room table, sweaty shirt on the kitchen counter, another random sock hanging on a door knob….every single day. The absolute suck part of it was he would change sometimes 3-4x a day so his shit would literally be thrown all over the house randomly. It was absolutely exhausting!

    FW#2) chewed his nails down making them bleed while telling everyone how amazing he was. When I finally figured out he was chewing his nails because he was so insecure around other people I started fucking with his head because by that time I was getting fed up with his abuse.

    FW#3) his obsession with social media and posting Jesus devotionals first thing every morning but never acted like a Christian.

    • Mine would just leave his clothes in piles all over the place. He had this habit in the mornings. When he was looking for clothes for the day, he would take EVERYTHING out of the drawer, once he found what he wanted, he would leave everything on the floor and leave the drawers open. I hated that. We had several arguments over it. He did the same thing with the kitchen cabinets. He’d leave them all open. Sometimes I would come home from work or class, and the apartment would be absolutely destroyed. with all the cabinets and drawers open and clothes all over the floor. And guess who had to clean it up because he often wasn’t home…

      • Oh my gosh!!!! Mine did the same….not only did he strew his cloth everywhere as soon as he got home but he would also take everything out of drawers and cabinets leaving them in piles. It was awful bc I too had to clean it up as he would just leave and be gone for hours/days/weeks. I remember I stopped washing his clothes because he would never put them away. He literally lived out of garbage bags! He had a traveling job and would take the clothes he wanted in bags, wear them dirty, go to his parents house to have them do the wash, and then put them in garbage bags. He also refused to clean up his mess. One year I made it a point to not clean up his messes because he would obnoxiously destroy the house in a matter of minutes and then leave for weeks…..the house was a disaster for 9 out of 12 months of the year. He finally cleaned up his crap when we had a party and he wanted it to look good for our friends. From that day on, I would constantly have random out of the blue parties to force him to clean up.

        • He would be the one going out with friends at their houses rather than having them over to ours. And usually it was people I had tried to make friends with myself (I was very isolated in this marriage because every time I tried to make a new friend, ex would swoop in, kinda elbow me out, and then the next thing I knew, he was friends with them on social media, texting them, and they were inviting him out not me. Or they just assumed he’d bring me. It was so hard to just make friends of my own because of him.)

          So when he was nowhere to be found when I came home, usually it was because he was either not home from whatever job he had at the time, or he was out with more people.

          The worst was when he said he would do the dishes. Usually when he said that, he would leave them sitting for so long I would get fed up and end up doing it (same with cleaning the bathroom, vacuuming the apartment…taking out the trash…) and this time I was thinking “Okay, let’s see how long it will take him to do it.” Spoiler: He never did.

          By the time I was at the fed up point again, almost every single piece of dishware we had was used. I had to wash the dishes in THE BATHTUB because that’s how much there was.

        • He didn’t like people coming round. Only time he would. Clear up in the living room was at Christmas so we could eat off the table. But all his post and general junk just ended up in the bedroom, with all the problems that caused. Or sometimes in the garage. He would winge and whine about having to clear up his stuff, if he found something under the piles that was mine whether or not it was me who had left it how the mess was mine. How unjust that once a year he had to clear all his stuff up. Christmas is so much nicer
          I would do all the washing, if I hung stuff up all the stuff would come.down as he just pulled on the shirt or whatever, so all the clean stuff was in a pile. If he went away he would never put the stuff away afterwards, just left it in the living room. Then next time another bag full of stuff. I quite get leaving say toiletries and stuff in the bag, maybe a spare charger, a drink bottle, that sort of thing, but keep it upstairs out of the way and use the same bag each time if it’s for the same sort of trip

      • Mine did the same, when he was looking for something, he would purposely pull everything out and leave it around the house to punish me because he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

        He wouldn’t help me toilet train our new puppy even though he was home all day and I was working at the hospital during the pandemic. I had to hire a dog walker to take our puppy out. In the end I got grass patches delivered to the house and put them in the bathroom so she could go when she wanted. My stbx wanted baby gates to block her from barking at the door and to help separate her from areas of the house she shouldn’t go. I made 3. My stbx would break them on purpose to punish me. I would fix them and he would break them again. One day I came home and the city had given us a fine for our puppy barking. He put her on the balcony and let her bark for hours. One of the neighbors complained. One night when he was drunk he peed on her cage while she was in it. I remember waking up in the morning and finding her smelly. I had to wash her, the cage and all her blankets. I asked him why he did it. He said he was teaching her a lesson. I told him he was being cruel and the only lesson she learned was that he was mean.

        He also used to walk in font of me. I remember being on our honeymoon and I wanted to take a picture of something and he wouldn’t stop and let me take the picture, he kept walking. I remember thinking it was the weirdest thing.

        When we were at parties. He would drink too much and start insulting my friends weight, dresses, my dead parents (he told the last dinner party we were at that my dad cheated on my mom, I remember thinking it was so mean to say, my dad was an amazing father and had never cheated on my mom. Now I know he said it because he was cheating on me and trying to justify his behavior. Like everyone does it.)

  • Doing dumb shit all the time but pretending it was normal, or could happen to anyone (and dont even start me on his mother gloating about how smart her idiot son was).
    Example: during his time pretending to be a farmer on his family property, he was vaccinating sheep but missed a ewe and jabbed himself in the leg. His leg went septic but he was too stupid to go the hospital until the infection started rapidly travelling up his leg. On the plus side he is now vaccinated against foot rot (but unfortunately not dick rot and the brain succumbed some years back)

    • “he is now vaccinated against foot rot”. 🤣😂🤣👏👏👏

    • He’s lucky he’s not dead because vaccination and antibiotic doses meant for livestock animals can be lethal to humans. That’s no joke. He could have lost his leg or gone into cardiac arrest. That stuff is NOT meant for the human body.

      • Kara he is the idiot with nine lives. That was one of many close calls.
        My mum called him Frank Spencer until it turned out he wasnt really a bumbling fool but a devious pathological liar who used his “silly old duffer” image as a mask.
        Now she hates him.
        I am sure he is also stupid, but he has also learnt to use it to have control and avoid responsibility (CLs he ate a rat “schadenfreude-and-the-fw-whisperer” post was the one that resonated most with me)

        • I had one of those too Weedfree. He seemed like such an affable but clumsy idiot

          We all loved him at the time and overcompensated for him. It was just a way of avoiding responsibility and make his life easier

          He managed to hold down a high powered job though and be an expert liar

            • This is fascinating Battletempered! So chilling

              I used to get ‘I don’t recall or I don’t remember saying that’

              I used to joke about his politician’s answers. I’m not laughing now

              I’m naturally a bit ditzy, so have to work really hard not to be and to be more organised. His behaviour suited him very well though

    • I’m getting flashbacks about that dumb shit but pretending it was normal reading this. And taking crazy stupid risks while arguing they were hardly risky. Little did I realize at the time the degree to which he was taking risks…

      • Ross Rosenberg has a video about reverse gaslighting – making out being dysfunctional and crazy is normal and there’s “nothing to see here”

  • Complaining about the way I ironed his t-shirts!
    Accusing me of what he was actually up to and
    My personal favourite……telling his work colleagues I was a Can Can dancer 🤪🤪🤪

    • #3… I…. what??? Do you live in the 1850’s Wild West? 🤣

      • Being the mother of his 2 children and problem solving all the bombs he dropped was not impressive enough for him. Lying that I was an exotic dancer in Paris was more his style – I absolutely kid you not!

    • A can can dancer?? If you didn’t frequently wear ruffled petticoats, buttoned boots or have the habit of flipping the back of your skirt up in public, that takes the cake for weird FW lies.

      • He also told a patient I had breast cancer to stop her from outing his affair to me.. 😳

    • …A can can dancer…

      Jesus he could have at least made the lie believable.

    • You ironed his t-shirts? Oh my goodness! He’ll have a hard time replacing you!

    • You work at the Moulin Rouge in Paris ?! 🤣🤣💃🏻🤸‍♀️

      • Ha! He was not one to let the truth stand in the way of him big noting himself.

    • One of the many things I thought meant being a good wife – I am happy to have resigned from all of them!!!

  • I don’t miss
    1. His Magic card playing. He took it so seriously and it seemed more like the hobby of a 12 year old boy than a grown ass man
    2. How he made himself lunch on the weekends but didn’t ask if I wanted anything. He would make himself a big fat sandwich and eat it in front of me and our child. Of course, I cooked dinner every single night for us all
    3. How he couldn’t get his ass out of bed. He and I could never commute into work together because he was always late. On the weekends he’d sleep until like 11am. He missed our child’s sporting events and complained because I didn’t haul his butt out of bed for him 🙄

    • It was WONDERFUL when I was no longer responsible for getting his drunken ass out of bed for work!!! Several alarms, yelling at him to get up, having the kids go wake him up and then phoning when I got to work and STILL it was my fault he missed so much work. Try not staggering home drunk every night at 2am AH!!!

    • He would go to garage fridge to get a cold seltzer and not ask if anyone else wanted one…

  • He ate garbage. I used to be a really good cook and always made my ex and my kids healthy, whole and delicious food. He wood eat it but always said, I would be just as happy with frozen pizza and some bagged salad. Early in our relationship I would make him lunch but he NEVER took it with him. Just left it in the fridge. He ate cookies for breakfast as he ran out the door and almost never ate breakfast with me. AND at dinner he would gobble down his food and leave the table instead of spending some time talking to his family. He never helped me clean up after dinner Looking back I can see that he was an uncivilized animal! Of course in public he was gracious and charming.

    • God that pissed me off about leaving the dinner table. Mine used to eat slowly when he felt like it, making everyone wait for him, or he’d gobble everything down and leave us there while he cleaned up so he could listen to his football podcasts with his headphones on

  • Oh, so many to choose from…. 1.Skid marks on the sheets would be my #1! Would drag his dirty, obviously poorly wiped ass across the bed when he got up and that was a regular result! 2.Dropping his dirty clothes onto the floor right beside the dirty clothes hamper. 3. Tracked his mud caked work boots all over the house despite my asking to please not do that. Nope, built a beautiful new home 18 months before he left, traipsed mud all over. 4. Threw his empty Bud Light Cans all over the property wherever he went. I picked up 3 contractor bags full when he left and I sold the house. Now building my own amazing new house in which he will never step foot!

    • My serial cheater ex also left his dirty clothes next to the laundry hamper. I told him on many occasions to put them in the hamper be he never did. This went on for 20 years.

    • Jeepers! Skid marks on the sheets!!??!! 🤮🤮🤮 This makes me never want to live with a man again!

  • He always talked exclusively about the women in his life — his ex (I was his second wife), his old flames from his 20’s, his colleagues, even his physical therapist. I didn’t like it, but it didn’t seem that alarming until I found out about his secret sexual life. After we divorced, he told me that his therapist suggested he make more male friends! And later I found out that a man not having any close male friends can be a sign of “sex addiction.” However, before I knew all that, I do remember feeling annoyed during our dinners out — I remember thinking, isn’t there something else he could talk about??

    • I have an ex who had no new friends from the time he was in elementary school on. Same set of friends. Whole life. Nobody new. At the time I thought it was sweet he was still friends with people from his childhood.

      Now I’ve realized it’s possible he has no new friends because he’s an asshole. If you go through your whole life and stick with literally the same people and make NO new friends or acquaintances, there is something about you that new people don’t like being around.

      • Yes! FW has no real friends. He’s had 3 “friends” since middle school but we rarely saw the two female friends. The male friend (a minister) knew about the cheating. He managed to go to USC, be in the famous marching band, and never make a single friend from college. His two female friends chose me in the separation.

      • My ex is the same, his only friends are from childhood. My sister is also like this. I used to be jealous of them in a way, it must be nice to have such a core group of friends for so long. I now realize it’s a sign of dysfunction. Those people tolerate them because of shared history. Nobody else wants to.

  • I don’t miss his constant blabbering whenever we were with friends–he was always right, always knew everything. It was embarrassing.

    I don’t miss his vacations rages. For some reason he needed to blow a gasket on vacation, or holidays.

    I don’t miss his flirting with other women (mostly younger who he made uncomfortable) and trying to be sexy guy at events, or getting so drunk he made a fool of himself.

    • Always right…he saved that for me…he acted sort-of appropriately humble in groups but alone he would literally declare “I AM ALWAYS RIGHT” like he was the king of a kingdom of 2 people.

      Vacation rage…every damn trip. The last trip we took before he died, we had a family destination but I refused to travel with him and got my own rental car. The first panic attack I ever had was leaving the house in the minivan with kids in back and him driving…the Rage Clock started the minute the trip started. He was insufferable

      • I have an ex who had to be always right too. At the time I was getting my first bachelors, which was in political science. He would argue with me about every political thing happening in the news. Everything. And any time I would try to say something he would cut me off and tell me I’m just trying to sound smart and I don’t know what I’m talking about.

        ..arguing with him wasn’t actually arguing. It was more like him talking over me or yelling and cutting off my sentences before I could finish them and telling me I didn’t know what I was talking about.

        • I was also a poli sci major and klootzak did the same thing, trying to string me in to talk politics and then tried to act like he knew everything. He is a legend in his own mind.

      • Why do they like to ruin vacations? I don’t understand.

        My ex did this, and I don’t understand why. On vacations he would typically act out on the last day or two. When I could get him to talk about it, he would tell me that he was simply upset that the vacation was almost over and he’d have to go back to work. I validated his feelings (“yep, sucks when vacations end”) but argued that we should try to not let the worry of returning to work ruin the last day or two. Where’s the sense in that?

        His rage took the form of sulking, stomping, and subtle or not-so-subtle insults. It sucked.

        I don’t miss that at all.

        • I’m late to this party and the ex did much of what everyone else has complained of. The oily, sheet-staining sweat – ugh. The walking ahead (I used to hide in London doorways to see how long it would take him to notice I wasn’t trailing behind him, which was such a crazy situation to be in). He always created an issue about something on holiday. Then, when he was leaving me, and before I discovered the affair, he said ‘our holidays weren’t that great either’. It was a deliberately cruel comment because he knew that I valued our holidays highly. They were in the main amazing e.g. the Galápagos Islands. ExgfOW was ‘there’ throughout our 26 years together, rather like ‘Queen Camilla’. He therefore had to damage the holiday memories to keep the predator happy, so that he could tell her that he hadn’t enjoyed himself. And to hurt me. He really is a pathetic coward.

    • I was always befuddled that my ex-FW pick a huge fight before every holiday and vacation. After D-day I realized it was because his extra-curricular activities would be curtailed during those times.

      • Wow Dirty Water that’s familiar. My ex was completely disengaged when we were on family holidays. Casting back I now think it’s because he was bored and lonely with only me. It could’ve been nice intimate time. But no, he was distant and grumpy.

    • “He was always right, always knew everything”.

      Oh yeah. I remember him telling his nephew, who had a career in IT, that what he was telling me about the Cloud, was all wrong.

      And we were at a ceilidh, and he was telling the caller he was wrong about the dance steps. 🙄😂

  • Just three is difficult, but let’s go. In no particular order.

    His best friend. Truly, the best thing about my divorce is never ever having to see that douche again. I liked most of his friends just fine but OMG do I hate this guy’s guts!
    Eating frozen pizza three times a week (nothing against frozen pizza. Just not all the time!)
    Having the kitchen full of used Amazon boxes that he never ever took out.

    I do miss that he cleaned the bathroom, although by the end of the relationship I was having to ask every time.

    • Eeww yep I forgot about the best mate/drinking buddy/broke ass sponger who never paid his bills!

    • Klootzak’s only close male friend I am aware of is a snobby alcoholic. I won’t miss him one single bit. He was the type of person who would ask you what kind of wine you like while hosting you at his home and when you tell him, he tells you why your taste in wine is terrible. (In my case, I like new world wines from Australia, US, New Zealand and he thinks anything not European is trash.) Worst host ever and a human I will not miss.

    • His older brother. I hated that man with a vengeance. He was a grifter, a con artist. He always had a side hustle going on. He lived in a different European country. One side hustle was collecting Russian women from the airport and driving them to hotels to ‘spend time’ with men from the Emirates. The ex thought it was funny. I thought it was disgusting and said so. I told the ex that his brother was pimping. Silence, crickets! The whole family of very middle class English people looked up to and admired this brother, to the point of hero worship. And there I was, on the outside looking in, not being able to see how they could not see what was going on. That family took unconditional love to a whole new level, except in relation to me. I can see how, having my conscience in their midst, made them feel ‘uncomfortable’, another one of my flaws.

    • The toilet messes and sounds are my #1, too. Coupled with his defensiveness about it and turning it back around on me. The problem is that I don’t go enough and thus don’t understand that 4x daily dramatic events are the way. Apparently he’s now into pegging…have at it, ladies!

      • Speaking of toilets and turning it around on you…
        After the umpteenth time asking him to clean up his urine splashes, he told me, a woman, that I was responsible for the puddles on the floor.

        • Now that I think about it, his ignorance of basic female anatomy explains a LOT. 😂😂

      • That’s probably why he had so many bathroom issues. My ex had so many issues with pooping and he’d poop blood all the time. I used to feel so sorry for him. I remember one time going to the doctor with him about his “anal fissures” and the doctor said, “You have to let it heal…” and my ex exploded, “What am I supposed to do?! Stop taking shits?!”

        I felt so bad for him. I bought so many fiber supplements, stool softeners, the best toilet paper, a squatty potty, etc. That doctor knew he was getting fucked in the ass too much and that’s what the problem was. I wish he could’ve clued my dumb ass in.

    • It was too gross, but since you mentioned skin picking-
      He would dreamily pick scabs and then eat them. I wonder sometimes, how someone can be so un-self aware that others are in the room?
      The other two, would be sleeping all the time, on the couch, with a blanket over his head. And buying things. Old cars, BIG speakers, shoes, so many shoes!
      Do not miss any of that!!

  • Arseface was meticulously clean and well groomed but at times his breath absolutely stank to high heaven. A really unusual horrible smell.
    I now like to entertain the fanciful belief that it was the stench of evil wafting upwards from the depths of his foul soul.

    • Agreed. I think FW’s putrid breath was evidence that he was rotting from the inside out.

    • Ugh same with the stinky breath. But my ex was not meticulously clean like yours. He did not routinely brush his teeth at night. I had to remind him often and he complained that I had to remind him. I didn’t get it.

      AND he did not wash his hands after using the bathroom. He would flush and walk out. And he’s a doctor. DISGUSTING. That enough should have made me leave decades ago.

      • Yep. Mine was a doctor too. An obs/gynae consultant with a harem of women on the go concurrently. No condoms. And he’d worked in an STD clinic as part of his early training. WT actual F.

      • I agree not washing your hands after going to the loo is disgusting, and I normally always do, but once I woke up in the middle of the night, went downstairs to the loo, didn’t wash my hands, (don’t remember why, still half asleep?) came back up, and fuckwit threw a screaming tantrum because I hadn’t washed my hands. Yes, I know I should have. How did he know ? Because apparently he was listening to see if I did. Surely that isn’t normal ?

        • Most likely the ONE extremely rare occasion he could actually say it to you!

      • FW had just had a crap and of course didn’t wash his hands. THEN he went to put Bonjela (soothing cream) on our teething baby’s sore gums. I snatched that kid up so quick FW’s head did a 360°!

      • Towards the end of our marriage, my ex would get up in the middle of the night, take a really loud and disgusting shit that would wake me up, then come back to bed without washing his hands and attempt to touch me sexually. And he would get angry and pouty when I would scramble away from him and demand he go wash his hands.

    • My XW was like this too. She had no interest in anything else – not food, books, movies, art, hobbies, sports, current events, politics – nothing. Never played a sport in her life. Never played a musical instrument. Didn’t read a newspaper. Only read one book a year, when she was at the beach (while I was looking after the kids). Didn’t vote in an election for 20 years. I didn’t understand this because she’s from Italy and I thought that the things she knew about that I didn’t were evidence of some deeper engagement with culture, politics and arts; I was totally wrong, and it was just banalities that anyone growing up there knew from just being alive. And yes, I managed to find and marry the only Italian woman who doesn’t care about food and can’t cook.

      Eventually I couldn’t talk about her work enough to satisfy her (I’m only a PhD biophysicist whereas she’s a PhD astrophysicist) so she had to have an affair with a work colleague.

      • I have a Venetian friend, a computer scientist, who can’t boil water. But she’s politically sophisticated, reads everything and has integrity to spare. I figure her lack of cooking skills relates to some “you can’t have it all” principle where she’s so good at so many things that something had to be sacrificed. I suspect most of narcissists’ bandwidth is used up by self involvement and self gratification. If you could open their skulls like music boxes, all you’d hear is an ear-splitting “MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!”

        • I know the “can’t boil water” is hyperbole, but…

          I did all the cooking, but about 10 years ago I had a work commitment so I asked my then-wife to make dinner for the kids. She put on water to boil for pasta, but the water boiled over and put out the gas fire so by the time I got home the entire house smelled like gas. I never asked her to cook again.

          I am sure she could cook if she wanted to because she can do pretty sophisticated chemistry. Weaponized incompetence isn’t only for men.

      • Involuntary, I think this just goes to show that no matter how much education you have or learning that you have stuffed into your brain that it doesn’t necessarily mean you are deep emotionally or have any substantive character. They are shallow for sure.

    • I had the same problem with my ex who was constantly on job hunts even when he had a job. (I posted about it on another comment. Constant, never ending job searching. He’d never stay at a job longer than two months. For no reason. He just never stopped job searching.)

      Since his job searching never ended, so did his talk about jobs and work. One moment that sticks in my mind was when I tried to talk about something I like, and he told me he didn’t want to hear about that, talk about it for 5 minutes then talk about something else. Which of course had to be his damn job searching…

    • The throat clearing. The CONSTANT hacking and snorting. Sweet fancy Moses in a wicker basket. How many times did I plead with him to take allergy meds??? He usually replied, “I’ve got a hair in my throat.” Huh?

    • The throat clearing. The CONSTANT hacking and snorting. Sweet fancy Moses in a wicker basket. How many times did I plead with him to take allergy meds??? He usually replied, “I’ve got a hair in my throat.” Huh?

      • OMG, I forgot about his sinus problems. Thank god, as it was a horribly disgusting and extremely noisy event, all day, every day.

  • Hard to pick just three – sadly. 1. Road rage and general rage issues. When he got in “a mood” I would just gather up the kids and leave him to himself. Periodically, he’d get mad and ask why I wasn’t helping him (because he’d usually tweak out trying to fix something that was broken) – I’d tell him flat out – I have no desire to be around you when you get like this. Change your attitude and I’d be happy to hold the bottom of the ladder / tools for you. 2. The farting/burping, talking about poop etc. It was like he never grew out of being a 3rd grade boy. 3. Every night, coming home from work, spending 40 min on the toilet, eating enough snack foods to equate more than a full meal, eating the dinner I made while he was on the toilet and binging on chips, then listening to him complain about how fat he is and no one is attracted him.

    • Bye bye, omg I’m so glad you’re out. Huge disgusting baby man!

  • In no order of preference
    1. Dribbling constantly when sleeping, due to poor dental hygiene, that I had to buy new pillows every few months because of the staining. It was also on the mattress on his side. 🤢 the new mattress I bought after Dday (2015) still perfect btw.
    2. Having to ask daily if he’d brushed his teeth because of his breath.
    3. Having to take annual leave to go to the dentist with him as he was scared.
    3. Having to ask him to wash his feet at bedtime. The smell was throat catching sometimes.
    4. Having to sort out his financial messes repeatedly as I did all the adulting
    5. Him going for a poo the minute he came in from work leaving the door open so the smell permeated the house
    6. Him having no opinion at all in major decisions. Drove me mad.

    Oops. More than three but felt great getting a few out lol.

    • Forgot a couple
      7. Smoking indoors even though I didn’t smoke and we had kids
      8. Throwing cigarette packets anywhere he happened to be, even in drawers, on top of kitchen cupboards, out buildings I was still finding them for years after he’d gone.
      9. Cigarette butts everywhere including the guttering from when he flicked them out of bedroom windows.

      That was cathartic 😂

    • What is it with these guys and their obsession with their poos. Or maybe it is just a few of them.

      Even when I was madly in love, it weirded me out that he put so much time into his poos. I have always been a get your business done and move on kind of gal.

      • Apparently it is very common for FWs (who as we all know share the same FW playbook) to spend tons of time in the bathroom pretending to “poop” while in actuality they are watching endless hours of porn.

        • Oh, yes, the bathroom time. With Snakeface, it was baths after work that lasted for two hours. He’d take his laptop. I knew it was most likely to watch porn, though he could have been spending Facetime with Tuberculosis. Or some twisted combination of both.

      • They’re overripe 2-year-olds. Mine actually called me in once to admire his work.

  • I do not miss him smoking in the bedroom. Burning holes in my comforters. And the smell of cigarettes.
    Leaving me alone 4 to 5 nights a week. Keeping all his money to himself while I struggled. Had to pay bills with credit cards. Then he used that against me. His loud chewing. I could go on and on.

    • Ewe, the chewing ! Just remembered that. And eating with his mouth open. Ugh.

      • Yep, mouth open and loud smacking noises. One time we were having dinner and I couldn’t take it any more so I started doing the same. Smack, smack, smack, slurp. He looked at me like I’d just landed from Mars and then he started eating quietly – so he could do it, he just chose not to!

  • Walking ahead of me anywhere we went and complaining I was too slow-even after our daughter was born and I was carrying her. Then acting fakely chivalrous in front of others. Underwear skid marks. I stopped doing his copious amount of laundry so it would pile up for WEEKS, stinking and even molding! Driving way too fast and carelessly, resulting in regular tickets. Dissing women regularly but only spending time with female friends. Gulping down food so fast he would finish before I even sat down to serve myself. Writing lewd and lecherous things in every single card I got for birthdays, etc. Always stroking himself while driving! Calling me by the wrong name regularly (married 30 years). Making fun of me loving to read and garden. Tuning out so completely during TV he didn’t realize I’d been gone for two hours. Storming out and disappearing during or after an argument. Hurting our pets when he didn’t think anyone was watching. Mentioning he had sex dreams about his sister. Masturbating to the point of serious skin infection. Being obsessive compulsive about loading the dishwasher or direction of light switches.

    How I don’t miss him!!!

    • Yikes, you truly are Fuckwit free! A lot sounds similar to my X! So vulgar around people, eating dinner super fast, then pouting to leave the table where the family was still eating, making fun of me reading or gardening.
      It boils down to deep selfishness, I think.
      Well now they can focus on their royal selves, and leave us be!

      • Yes I am fuckwit free! They are textbook similar and there’s no end to the disturbing creepiness of that.

    • Hurting your pets?!? 😡😡 Fuck. Isn’t that one of the signs of a psychopath ? Thank God you’re out of that.

      • Yes Chumpnomore6, it is one of the signs of a psychopath, and he had more than a few. I remember some years into our marriage when he admitted to liking to set fires when he was a teenager and then he would watch to see when it got to a certain blaze height, then would rush in and put it out and act like the hero. He admitted that once one got out of control and burned an entire shed and could have spread to homes and hurt people, but he seemed gleeful when he was telling the story, and that combined with the pet harming made me realize that he had some severe mental disturbances

    • Isn’t anyone else flabbergasted by “always stroking himself while driving” ?!?!

      Is this a common thing?

      Unless you mean stroking his chin while deep in thought.

      But I’m guessing “no”.

      • Battletempered, no, it was not his chin. He was stroking, and I think he was always hoping to have a high bus pull up next to him so they could see what he was doing. I do believe that he was a sex pervert, who was going to get arrested eventually for exposing himself

        • My sister saw someone doing that when she was on a bus, and looking up at her, he was notorious apparently for doing it. Eventually he got into a fatal accident.

  • I’m reading everyone’s comments and nodding my head. “Yep, that habit. Yes, that, too.”

    There are too many and it’s so hard to narrow it down to three, so I’ll just say THANK GOD I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH ANY OF IT ANYMORE! 🙂

  • She concluded EVERY serious discussion about family finances with: “Well, when I win the lottery, we won’t have any problems.” And passing it off EVERY time with: “My God, I’m only joking.” (Translation: She hates making the hard choices that adults have to make sometimes; she’d rather focus on the fantasy of it all magically going away someday.)
    The endless rounds of “I don’t care, whatever you want to do” followed by constant complaining about the results . . . especially when traveling. (Translation: She’d rather voice her dissatisfaction with my decisions than risk making any of her own.)
    Her knee-jerk “it’s not my fault” attitude about everything and everyone. She once pulled out into the path of an oncoming 18-wheeler and barely slammed on the breaks in time (after my screaming), immediately shouted: “THAT’S NOT MY FAULT!!!”, and went silent for the rest of the trip.

    What do these have in common? A DNA-level need to avoid consequences. And entitlement.

    • “What do these have in common? A DNA-level need to avoid consequences. And entitlement.”


      My ex behaved in a similar way.

      In addition, when I would help him by, say, pointing out the oncoming 18 wheeler, he would swerve but then say something to the effect the my warning wasn’t necessary. He would have swerved anyway, which might have been true, but it happened all the time. I could tell he would pause a second and come up with a reason that whatever help I gave wasn’t really necessary. He was basically saying: “I would have done that.
      Or it would have been ok if I hadn’t done that.”

      It was weird, and I’m really struggling to explain it here. I guess he was simply trying to dismiss me and/or my help.

      • “I would have done that. Or it would have been ok if I hadn’t done that” is just another riff on the Narcissist’s prayer:

        That didn’t happen.
        And if it did, it wasn’t that bad.
        And if it was, that’s not a big deal.
        And if it is, that’s not my fault.
        And if it was, I didn’t mean it.
        And if I did, you deserved it.

    • Klootzak is a rage driver, endlessly trying to scare me. I recall him following another vehicle too closely in a tunnel. It’s a long tunnel and for whatever reason, drivers start slowing down and tapping their brakes as they exit instead of maintaining speed. This tunnel in the area is one we go through probably twice a month so it is KNOWN that that is what will happen. A normal person wouldn’t tailgate and not have an issue. But klootzak was so close to the car in front of us. And of course, the car in front of us slammed on the brakes and klootzak had to brake hard and narrowly missed rear ending the car in front of us. I calmly said, “Maybe if you didn’t follow so closely….” and he immediately screamed “THAT WAS NOT MY FAULT!” Of course, klootzak, nothing is EVER your fault! 😂

      • The last Xmas before we separated we were driving along a highway when, out of nowhere, a deer came galloping across a paddock and was clearly headed for the road. It was absolutely bizarre as we don’t have native deer on our island State. I yelled out to FW , ho was oblivious, “Watch out you’re about to run over Santa’s reindeer!”. It was a near miss.

    • I think your ex wife and my ex husband might be soul mates. That’s so, so familiar.

  • This is fun! Cheating notwithstanding, I don’t miss…

    He would fill a cereal brim to the top with Honey Nut cherrios and then after adding milk, tap the top of the cereal with the spoon so each one got wet… tap, tap, tap…
    He would sit on the couch and pick sock fuzz from between his toes and flick it onto the carpet (or the general vicinity of it).
    He would sit on the beach for hours reading a book while I kept an eye on my young step children, kept everyone fed with snacks and sandwiches, kept everyone in sunblock, and made sure our infant son was safe… for maybe 2 15 minute intervals he’d grab a boogie board, the kids would clamor around him and he’d play in the water with them.

    Like all of us… I could go on. But mostly, it was just his cheating that I hated.

    • Ex would eat a mixing bowl size bowl full of Honey Nut Cheerios every morning. He’d buy huge boxes of Honey Nut Cheerios at Costco.
      To add to my pervious list:
      If I was talking with friends, telling a story about something that happened he’d interrupt and correct me, for example, I’d say we had to wait 40 minutes before we were seated, he’d say, no, no, it was 30 minutes.

      Ex preferred liked being involved in women’s conversations, when we’d pick up our son from elementary school there would be a group of Mom’s standing sound talking and separate group of Dad’s talking. Ex would join the women’s group and ignore the other Dads. I

      He was like a middle school boy when it came to potty humor. He notoriously brought up passing gas and bowl movements with every conversation. It didn’t matter who we were talking to or what the subject was he’d somehow bring it up in conversation.

      Ex was in the military for a short time. Ex would purposely wear a shirt or baseball hat with a military symbol so people would ask if he was in the military, and say “thank you for your service” then he’d go into his fake modesty act, gee, golly, gosh…hoping they’d continue the conversation and ask what he did in the military so he could tell them he’s a pilot.

  • Fraudster could whistle well. He competed multiple times in the world championships and lost, and he was a very bad loser. That didn’t stop him from claiming he was a world champion whistler. He said I’d forgotten or wasn’t there when he won. He’d whistle whenever we were walking–through a store, down the street, whatever–and if anyone looked at him, he’d pounce and start talking about whistling. Meanwhile, he’d stiffen one hand like a karate chop, and jab me in the back until I said, “He’s a world champion whistler.” That was his cue for faux modesty while he talked about how great he was. He told newspaper reporters about his supposed championship, and put it on all his flyers for his music gigs. This continued until after D-Day, when he told the marriage counselor that he was a TWO-TIME world champion. I asked when THAT happened, and he was furious I questioned him in front of the counselor. . That prompted me to look up the list of world champions, and he wasn’t on it.

    Fraudster also pretended that his first name was Italian (his last name was Italian), and would sometimes speak to people in a fake Italian accent. He tried to pull that on a street musician. He was shocked when the man answered in a flood of Italian, and had to back off, saying he spoke only a little Italian, but still saying it in Italian in the same fake Italian accent. Hilarious.

    Then there was the time when the head of a Veterans Medical group was introducing him as a doctor. When I started to correct him, Fraudster whispered that I shouldn’t correct it, because it would embarrass the other man. I later learned he lied to the group about being both an MD (he had a bachelors degree in a non-medical field) and a veteran.

    I don’t miss having him spew a stream of lies and expecting me to stay silent.

    Oh, and a bonus fourth habit: Whenever we ate out, with family or even with another couple or group of people, he was constantly scanning the restaurant for familiar faces. If he found one, he went to their table and stood there, trying to schmooze and impress them. He got in the way of waiters, other diners, and even the people he was trying to impress. He once stood so long with a group of upper managers who were clearly on a business lunch that all their food arrived and they were all waiting to eat while he yammered on, oblivious. Meanwhile, he ignored whoever he came to eat with, sometimes for an entire meal. Incredibly rude.

    • GoodFriend, I’m crying laughing! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
      The karate chop in the back, OMG
      Like you’re a puppet!

      • Hope you see this. Yes, like I was a puppet, or one of those automated fortune teller machines. Or, I suppose, like kicking a vending machine to get it to start.

        • Well I guess you could say he did one thing well- lying! Hope he gets caught in public some day.
          My X would also lie happily, to my face. I knew, and he knew, he was lying. He just didn’t care.

  • I do mot miss-
    Receiving the silent treatment
    Being in debt
    Never receiving kind words or encouragement
    The constant chaos
    Being lied to
    The cruelty
    The fear
    Constantly feeling the need to appease
    Adulting for another adult

    My beautiful, peaceful freedom from all that is an incredible relief.

    Oh and I don’t miss cooking nightly for someone who would regularly (at least fortnightly) pretend they’d found a hair in their food. The expressions of horror, blame, disgust etc.
    For any newbie chumps this trick is about making sure the chump cooking appliance continues to cook the cheater roast meat, gravy, roast potatoes and three veg every night (insert cheater’s favourite, likely complicated choice of food) but making sure they undermine the chump and keep the chump off balance.
    Cheater wanted my good food to keep on coming so they never criticised the food itself but they just wanted to make me feel wretched and fearful and bad about myself by pretending that they’d found yet another hair in it….
    Took me literally years after they left to work out that it was make believe. You know what? Law of averages? I never got a mouthful of hair in my food, how come it happened to them all the time but not to me? That it didn’t seem to happen to our (rare) guests?….I was a properly boiled frog.
    I used to be so upset and apologetic when they yet again found a dreaded hair in their lovingly prepared meal. Guess they liked seeing my distress. Sick. I think they liked tricking me too and probably at the same time despised me for not understanding their “game”.


    • I grew up with huge food issues because my mother (clusterB) fancied herself quite the cook and (I now realize) never wanted to be challenged in that area. She never taught me anything in the kitchen then criticized/humiliated any efforts on my part to learn and she literally refused to make foods I liked then harassed me for not eating the crazy shit she cooked and demanded compliments for – it was awful.

      Cheater seized upon this particular clusterfuck of dysfunction I grew up with and made it worse. Perhaps the worst example was one Thanksgiving when he redirected me to stop working in the kitchen and help him/ do something else over and over and over …he kept it up all day until just before dinner time, he said “kids, are all going to McDonalds” then looked me in the face and with cold, steely precision said “I cant wait to go into work on Monday and tell everyone that me and the kids had to go to McDonalds for Thanksgiving because you wouldn’t cook. ”

      Back then, I saw each moment of cruelty individually and I did not allow my mind to go to the place where I would admit to myself that they were not random quirks but rather a pattern of abuse to intentionally inflict pain on me.

    • Ooh, that’s the first I’ve seen someone else point that out about food. Yes, they do that. I’m a pretty good baker. Any time I baked anything he would say it was so, so good but then claim he got a big clump of baking soda or powder in a bite.

      Every. Fucking. Time.

      It never happened to me or anyone else. Our last thanksgiving I made gingerbread cookies which everyone raved about. Oh, but my poor ex. He got the one with a big clump of baking soda in it. I wasn’t having it anymore. How the fuck did you get the cookie with all the baking soda in it but they all baked perfectly? If it was all in a clump in one cookie, they wouldn’t have baked properly.

      Cut to a couple weeks before the divorce and I made a quick bread. He took a slice and oh no! A big clump of baking soda! Ew! So gross!

      I said calmly, “There’s no baking soda or baking powder in that bread you fucking liar.”

      He starts defending himself, “Well, I got a clump of something that tasted bad! I’m the victim here! It’s my fault I got a mouthful of an unmixed ingredient?”

      Un fucking real

      • KP I wonder if your ex had some sort of persecution complex – like extreme paranoia that you were trying to poison him, albeit with baking soda. Years ago I was assisting a client, who was also a convicted pedophile, try to get his driver’s licence back. He was uploading his dashcam onto youtube showing all the bad drivers around town. If you looked carefully, he was positioning himself so that the other driver had to avoid colliding with him, not always successfully, but on the face of it he looked like the victim of the other person’s bad driving. He had his licence taken off him for being in a disproportionate number of accidents compared to the general population (I think there was a secondary purpose to this in that he had been driving buses that sometimes had families with children on them, so it disrupted his ability to access children in that way). Someone within Department Transport who was familiar with the victim mentality of a narcissistic pedophile obviously knew what was going on (or was working in collaboration with police), because back then when I was naive to these people, I thought the whole thing seemed a bit unfair. Nothing would surprise me anymore.

    • I’ll add, never feeling like I was quite good enough. I was striving for an approval that I’d never receive. I didn’t realize I was being abused and how bad it had become. I accepted his abuse as normal.

  • I had to think because it was so long ago.

    I do remember the way he would flip his towel after a shower to dry his lower parts. He would also sit on the toilet forever with the door wide open. It was a small one bath house. He really enjoyed his BMs.

    The weirdest was that he ate macaroni with butter and salt pretty much every night of his life. No matter what else was available.

    • I had forgotten about the door wide open for bowel movements. Also for peeing. Over forty years of it. I was relieved, no pun intended, when it changed. Thought he finally got some manners. Didn’t realize it was because he was texting online Schmoopie(s) and looking at porn.

  • There are many things I don’t miss! Sorry I came up with my top 5!
    1. The loud snoring
    2. The constant TV on
    3. Going to bed early w/o a word to me. He complained that I go to bed too late and I couldn’t talk to him in bed because sleep was sacred. Meanwhile I was trying to get everything done-household/children responsibilities and be ready for work the next day. While he did next to nothing to help because he was relaxing in front of the tv. I would realize he was no longer downstairs but the tv was still on and he would be asleep in bed! Why he couldn’t turn the tv off or say goodnight is beyond me.
    4. I don’t miss the shower snots or him picking his nose and leaving his boogers on things.
    5. He wasn’t a hoarder but pretty close. I would try to get rid of furniture and he would find a place for it in the garage or basement. I would try to declutter and he would buy more stuff from yard sales. It has taken me several years to get rid of his junk and I’m still working on it. It has been nice to be able to park my car in the garage!

    • One of the biggest gifts I gave myself was a full size dumpster in the driveway for two weeks. I threw all of his hoarded junk in it – collected during 30 years of “marriage.” I put some of my stuff on top so he wasn’t aware his stuff was gone until after the dumpster was picked up.

  • He would pester me for sex at the most inappropriate times, claiming it was “hot”, but I actually think he got off thinking he embarrassed me.
    He would sly stare at other women, pretending he was doing it low key but in an obvious way that I would see him.
    He would sometimes turn & walk away from me as I walked up to him & others in a group.
    It just now clicked that all three of his worst douchiest things are of him wanting to humiliate me.

  • Oh, so many things. Another one for the smell. Even the kids complain about it.

    We never walk anywhere together, he’s always 8 feet ahead not looking back. This continued with little kids when they were toddlers, he did the same with them. Even in airports and outside camping near water. I never let him take them anywhere because of this.

    Always yelling at the kids every time they sneeze or cough or talk with their mouths full, but constantly spraying his own germs everywhere and literally yelling at them with food in his mouth.

    Called everything in the house clutter no matter how often the kids or I use it and regularly threatened to trash our belongings, but saved every tiny scrap of wood or broken electronic because “it might be useful some day”

    He treated my parents like garbage and barely spoke to them, but yelled at me because his parents thought I didn’t like them even though I was kind and respectful every minute of every awful interaction we ever had.

    So many things.

    • My Cheater also did that and I found it so dismissive. My now-husband lags behind like a toddler looking at pebbles. I often find myself ahead of him. As a specific act of love, I force myself to stop or circle back to rejoin him. It is really easy to forget but I dont want him to look back and remember seeing the back of my head 10 steps in front of him.

    • Yes, when affair started.
      Also don’t miss sarcasm, and taking non urgent calls and having a big convo. in the middle of ours.

  • Mine liked to take things I told her in confidence and turn them into stories when she was holding court at dinner parties. If someone’s attention wandered in the slightest, she would call them by name and rope them back in. And every story was dramatized and embellished, truth be damned. At first it seemed harmless.

    • This! XH “accidentally” spilled any confidences, and then would state he did it for my benefit.

      • I worked in office part time and a patient tells me how sorry she is about my alcoholic sister. WTF. Why would you talk about that to someone I don’t know & didn’t know my sister?

        • I had this Sandyfeet. After we split I had the receptionist at my son’s school tell me about my problems to conceive

          Ex FW had told all and sundry when we’d literally had the conversation to keep it private, when we were together

          Goodness knows what else he told people

    • At one point in my marriage I was so depressed I had trouble getting up and going to things. So I started to go to therapy. My husband accompanied me to my first appointment, and waited in the waiting room while I was talking with the therapist. She had a white noise machine by the door so people outside couldn’t hear the conversations with her clients. It also drowned out conversations and noise coming from outside.

      I came out of the appointment and found him in the waiting room chatting with another woman, and he was telling her EVERYTHING about my depression and why I was there. To a complete stranger.

    • Mine would do this too. I remember towards the end of the marriage my sister posted a picture of us (unflattering for me) with a bitchy comment on it on social media. I ignored it but mentioned to him that it was bitchy and I was just going to ignore her and pretend I didn’t see it.

      The next time she came over she mentioned something about the picture. I said I hadn’t seen it. He starts grinning like an idiot and saying “Yes you did! You saw it!” and laughing and grinning. I sat there stone faced and said “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He repeated this several times and I would not give in and eventually I asked him if he was feeling ok mentally because he wasn’t making any sense. His smile faded and he left the room.

      Later he was like, “I shouldn’t have said that.” I just ignored him because what is there even to say? He spent 20 years humiliating me every chance he got. Looking back now I realize just how much I stopped taking his shit the last six months because I was getting healthy. No wonder he got so angry and demanded a divorce. I was fucking done and I wouldn’t engage with him anymore.

  • The true telltale just occurred to me. You want her in the room, just close the door. She’d be along in a sec, and open it without knocking.

  • So many of mine are already here. Hope I don’t duplicate!

    He would say he intended to do something very basic, like take the trash out, then he wouldn’t do it. If I then did it, he would act indignant, as if I had insulted him by taking away his opportunity to do the thing, and sulk openly, sometimes for hours.
    He painted wildly squiggly abstract acrylic paintings on cheap canvasses, using eye-exploding color combinations, then wanted to put them up all over our home, unframed and with paint-streaked unfinished edges. He resisted limits, wanting every single painting to go up, even to the exclusion of other artwork, and perceived any desire to limit the number as unsupportive of his creativity.
    Whenever we went to visit family or friends, he would go to the bathroom promptly, take a smelly dump, and leave the door open upon exiting. He once even did this when we stayed a night with some people we had never met who were hosting us at a nationwide event. I developed a habit of waiting for him to leave the bathroom at these times to flush a second time, spray any air freshener they had in the toilet bowl, turn on a fan if they had one, and close the door. And you guessed it, he got offended. Thought I was being too parental.

    So I guess you can boil him down to “being mega selfish and sulking when expected to competently adult”. 😂

  • Dickhead would get this scrunched up “are you stupid?” face whenever I asked a question or needed his help. Gawd, I don’t miss that all. And, one wonders why I don’t like asking people for anything when the one person I should have expected support from was the one who never gave it and made feel bad for even asking or having expectations. He was huge piece of shit that I do not miss.

  • Don’t miss:
    Subtle information about his life he gave for a dig or to see see what I’d tolerate. ex. Going to a concert but couldn’t get a ticket for me or a threesome details his “ friend “ participated in
    -Watching him buy multiples of things he liked. Shoes, coats, motorcycles, campers, sex workers( didn’t see that one but later heard about those. See above )
    -Being the marriage police since he rarely was around
    -Listening to him talk excessively without saying anything or ever asking about others unless it was gossip to repeat to someone later. He loved gossip
    -His smell- a musty walking bong. I never figured how to wash that from his clothing. It makes me gag remembering it
    -The dead eye judgmental stare
    -His anger/moods
    -The entitlement
    -if he was home, his 5 am self sex sessions in the bathroom that reeked when he opened the door.
    – obsessiveness over his things but never doing maintenance on our home
    -neglected kids
    – his relationship with his parents
    -being abused
    – the accusations but learned it was everything he was doing
    -all the drama and chaos that he left in his wake and always blamed someone else then expected me to fix whatever
    -being married to someone whose emotional growth peaked at around 14 or younger. Incapable of change
    – his always wanting what someone else has and schemes to get things
    -his extreme selfishness

  • 1. Buying duplicates/ triplicates/ multiples of crappy things. He was so disorganized he never knew where he kept anything and would go and buy more even though he already had many of the thing. Tools were big for this – for example a variety pack of cheaply made screwdrivers even though he already had tons of screwdrivers. Shop vacs. I found no fewer than 6 circular power saws and 5 power drills dispersed around the rental property we bought together (and that I now manage 100% of). He hasn’t come back for them. And he works in construction. So he must have at many more of each out there at other job sites. He also had multiple vehicles at a time, that were always breaking down and that he was constantly having to repair or move because of street cleaning (too many to fit in the garage) or forgetting about and getting parking tickets. I guess this is a metaphor for his relationships – why not have just one that works and take care of it when he can have multiples in various states of disrepair?
    2. Also (as others have mentioned) did the walking in front of me thing.
    3. Also (again, as others have mentioned) was clumsy and always dropping, breaking things.

    • Sounds like he had ADHD honestly. I have it and do #1 and #3. You don’t have to like it or marry it, of course.

      • Lundy Bancroft talks about that in his book. Violent men always break/smash *your* things, *never* their own. Which lays bare their excuse, “I just lost control”. Fuckwit did that to me too.

        • When FW “lost control” and beat the shit out of me, I realized when my doctor commented that they only (generally speaking) beat you where it can’t be seen – i.e. hidden by clothes – and that was so true of my FW. And I asked him once if he “lost control” with his boss at work and exploded. When he said no, then I told him he never actually “lost control” did he!!!

        • Yeah, mine too. He smashed all of my coffee mug collection while I was getting ready for a job interview, then screamed at me that I had too many coffee mugs.

          One time when I was on call, he wanted us to paint the closet doors. I got called into work, so he painted the closet doors. Somehow, he managed to get a streak of paint across every one of my jackets, coats, etc. None on his, interspersed with mine; only on my outerwear. He said he was sorry “your jackets got paint on them.” Yeah, right. Winter came early that year — it was -20 degrees and all I had was the fleece jacket and Goretex shell I was wearing when he did his painting that day. I was FREEZING. He couldn’t imagine what the problem was because HE was warm enough. I ordered a parka online, and it was supposed to show up at our rented mailbox on Tuesday. He disappeared with the car all day Tuesday and Wednesday during the hours the mailbox place was open so that I couldn’t get my parka. Thursday was warm again and I didn’t need the jacket, so then he let me use the car to go pick it up.

        • My XH the substance abuser did this–“accidentally” or maybe not so much.

      • Same. He never broke anything of his. I love to collect glassware and dishes. I can’t tell you how many he smashed.

  • I don’t miss his family’s recipes. They were all full of fat, salt, and/or sugar, and frankly, I did not like any of them. When we went there or visited one of his siblings, of course, we had to ooh and aah as I watched them take multiple plates washed down with soda. My tastes don’t run that way, and I prefer not to be in a food coma after dinner. His mother provided a family cookbook, and I had to make those dishes (of course). As my ex aged, that’s mostly what he wanted.

    After he left, our college kids were blunt about how little they liked those recipes, so that was that. I sent him the family cookbook once he got settled and returned to the healthy cooking I had been raised with. Thankfully, both of them never did embrace that type of eating.

    • Oh, Elsie, isn’t it glorious to finally be able to enjoy something so basic as eating what you actually enjoy?

  • Constant complaints/remarks about something not being done well enough, like the house was never tidy enough, the food was not master chef level cooked, accusing me of shrinking his clothes (when I always washed according to instructions)… accusing me of basically everything he would find bad or not good enough or annoying in a certain moment, I was just where he would chanel all his frustrations.
    Ignoring my texts or calls for hours with some lame excuse, when every time he was with me, he was basically glued to his phone, responsive to everyone and everything, texting and taking calls even in the middle of dinners or family moments. God, I hated that shit. Of course if I would do the same or check my phone during family time (which almost never happened), I would get a complaint from him in a matter of seconds. Fucking double standards everywhere.

  • 1) FW had to be right ALL the time. With me, her sisters, mom, everyone. She never listened to anyone else’s opinion or considered any differing point of view. It was always her way. Hell, she thought she was God.
    2) Fast food pretty much every day. I eat very healthy, but I can see treating yourself a couple times a month. But, for FW XW it was BK, McDs, hot dogs, etc. every damn day, disgusting!
    3) FW did absolutely NO housework. Even though I watched the kids most of the time, I also did ALL of the house cleaning and upkeep. I still do all the housework, but now it’s my damn house (yes, I got the house)!

    • Yes, the fast food hamburger addiction. Blech. All those goddamn sesame seeds all over his car (eating in the car is my #1 deal breaker). And congrats on getting the house, WisedUp!

  • He picks his nose and eats it. It has been fifty six years since he was in preschool.

    He prides himself on how small a bag he can pack for a trip. This economic genius meant he brought a single pair of underwear for a week long trip and washed it in the bathroom sink every night.

    As a huge fan of Lynyrd Skynryd, he took their advice to be a simple kind of man. One of his favorite movies is Roadhouse, starring Patrick Swayze. I too love Lynyrd Skynrd, but hate Roadhouse, and I never have to see it ever again. He’s probably watching it right now as I write this. My efforts at broadening his cultural horizons were unsuccessful, as evidenced by his secret side piece.

    She’ll need subtitles.

    • You shouldn’t have to ask someone more than once to please roll down the window of the car if you fart. I had to ask, every time. For twenty seven years.

      When eating, he sticks his tongue out so it’s under the chosen utensil, ostensibly to catch any spills. Proof that his brain is stuck in reptilian brain gear. Little Hammer noticed this too. It grossed both of us out. Licking his fingers loudly instead of using a napkin pretty much cemented my habit of averting my eyes while eating with him, and

      He never once responded to polite requests to modify his behavior. I did so, many times.

      Most importantly, I did not use my grievances, which I spoke up about, as an excuse to cheat, while after DDay he rolled out a laundry list of unspoken grievances to justify his treachery.

      Of course I have habits that would bother others, but one of them is not abusing someone and blaming it on their behavior.

      • “Of course I have habits that would bother others, but one of them is not abusing someone and blaming it on their behavior.”

        Exactly!! We all do.

        Btw, related to your request that he open a window as a consideration for the passengers: I was always stunned when FW would pull into a gas station on the hottest day of the year and NOT think to crack open the windows for those of us inside, even after I pointed it out to him. Why was that so hard?

        Of course, if I didn’t extend certain courtesies to him, all hell would break loose. #doublestandards 🙄 Can’t believe I put up with that shit.

        • Spinach, I sure have my foibles and idiosyncrasies and issues, and I have cringed in recognition reading here today. (I sometimes blow my nose in the shower. But never as a houseguest.)

          But I delight in knowing that Traitor Ex and the Craigslist Cockroach’s illicit relationship, a fantasy that was not sustainable, is now Real Life in harsh light out of the shadows, with all their foibles, idiosyncrasies, and issues, which include character rot, untrustworthiness, a lack of empathy, and missing moral compasses. She didn’t get a good guy who was free and clear and single and now she’s the one who has to drink her daily dose of denial while he lies to her and cheats on her. He chose a woman of equally disordered character who has her eye on his wallet, and is maybe fucking around on him too. Not even counting the involved child they were both happy to knife in the heart.

          That is the sweet smell of karma, IMHO.

          • Karma, indeed.

            I remind myself that ex didn’t get a character transplant. If anything, he’s probably even more shitty, mean, angry, and moody now that he’s feeling the consequences of his behavior, which includes estrangement from his own kids and a much-less robust bank account. [I want to pause here to thank my kick-ass lawyer.]

            I can’t imagine what it must be like in their house. Wifetress is a serial cheater, also with eyes firmly fixed on his wallet. (She went after at least one other MD in their group before focussing all her flirty energy on him.) Oh, and she cheated on her own husband. I’m sure FW is still rage driving and porn surfing. He’s still stomping around the house. He’s still addicted to fly fishing.

            Fun times!!

            “He’s all yours, schmoopie. He’s all yours.” #karma

    • He loved that movie too. FW Favorite quote “PAIN DON’T HURT”, dumbest line ever.

  • After cooking his fav meals for years, told me he just wanted something “different”. Uh huh. And he really asked me to groom the hair off a mole on his shoulder – as he was getting ready to meet up with the twit twat. But he also developed heinously bad breath all of a sudden when he started cheating. But that woman stayed with that. Even his kids were horrified about how dad suddenly smelled horrid. I guess when you let Satan in, it exudes all sorts of ways. Omgosh just reading all these, glad to have escaped them.

  • His poor boundaries.

    His nasty passive aggressive conflict avoidant playing dumb routine.

    His shitty toupee.

    • I just see the words “shitty toupee” and laugh out loud. Klootzak was an occasional user of Rogaine and I have wondered if he will end up in the shitty toupee club.

  • Oooh! I’ll play – though it’s hard to narrow it down to three🤣!

    1) I won’t miss him coming home from work in his fancy suits and getting undressed, only to stalk me, catch me unaware, and then rub his smelly, sweaty socks in my face. Yes, you read that right. In. My. Face. When I’d complain and ask him to stop because that was disgusting, he’d tell me that I was “too sensitive.”

    2) I won’t miss how he would come up behind me when I was bent over (putting on clothes, tying my shoes, picking up something from the floor) and hit my behind so hard it would knock me over. Then he’d say “you need to learn how to fall better.”

    3) I won’t miss how I would “miss” my cues to back him up in a lie. It wasn’t enough that I wouldn’t contradict him, I had to be an active participant in the lies or he’d be furious that I wasn’t better “thinking on my feet.”

    There are a TON more – him being hypercritical about how I cleaned (“do you really need a WetJet? Why can’t you use an old-fashioned mop?”), cleaning up “crinkly” socks (eeew!), how long and disgusting his fingernails were…

    • Amazing, isn’t it, that we were always “too sensitive”, but we were expected to constantly accommodate *their* ‘sensitivities’.

      • Hearing that I’m “too sensitive.” It’s now been eight years since the divorce and I haven’t heard it once, used to hear it ALL the f***ing time.

  • 1. The sports obsession… and the way he would gate-keep other people’s reasons for liking the teams they liked.
    2. His mouth breathing & bad breath.
    3. His toenail fungus & recurring athlete’s foot.

    Love really is blind sometimes.

  • I don’t miss his daily weed habit and the drain on our finances. He insisted on buying the “best” and most expensive, of course.

    He was a lousy kisser, a perfunctory lover.

    He drove too fast and aggressively. I hated riding in a car with him. Altercations with other drivers happened often and it was very scary. One altercation ended up with both him and the other driver getting out of their cars at a red light, almost leading to blows. Our 5 year old was in her car seat, terrified. My daughter told me about other incidences when I wasn’t in the car.

    He’d slam, throw and break things when he got angry or frustrated. Some things expensive and/or precious. A couple of laptops, cell phones. He threw a lamp and almost hit our chihuahua. It could have killed her. I kicked him out that night, but of course took him back the next day.

    Any or all of these things will be an immediate dealbreaker in any future relationships.

    • Nemesis, another driver pointing a gun at us on the freeway for who knows what cured my urge to respond to other drivers. I’m glad you weren’t killed. It happens.

      If another driver is seriously out of line, I ask Siri to call the highway patrol and I let them handle it.


  • Only three? I could come up with a million!
    1.) Racist comments. Only made AFTER we married. My father transferred to the South when I was a child because he was successful in desegregating a department store in the north. I literally grew up color blind. Finding out you’re married to a racist is just awful.
    2.) Constantly worried he’ll be fired. Because he was one and a half months after our wedding. Because he committed fraud. The only reason he wasn’t arrested was because my father knew the victim and talked him out of pressing charges. Getting fired ought to be enough (but it wasn’t).
    3.) The showboating. Always having to be better than. Ever more expensive cars (he had 4 in the seven years I knew him. I had zero). The best designer clothing (that I paid for, I had to either go without or only buy on sale). Expensive vacations that yup, you guessed it, I paid for (it was ghastly travelling with him — couldn’t be pleased and just couldn’t roll with the flow).
    So glad he’s out of my life!

    • I forgot about the racism! I had to constantly remind him to say “Asian” instead of oriental. He never used the N word that I can recall, but he still considered people of color to be “less than”. So, I was pretty surprised when he left for and eventually married a Chinese massage parlor ho who can barely speak English. Or, maybe I shouldn’t be surprised. The fact that he considers her to be “less than” may be a huge part of the appeal.

      Mine was also fired from multiple jobs. I’ll probably never know the true reasons.

      • Mine used to refer to his bi-racial nephew and niece as “coffee and creams, who always have a chip on their shoulders”. Always behind their backs of course , and nice as pie to their mother’s faces.

        By the way, why is “oriental” deemed offensive ?

        • I would google this and read through the responses for a more expanded explanations on using Asian v. Oriental.

  • 1. fussiness about having the exact ingredients in a recipe. “don’t use dried parsley, you need fresh parsley. what’s wrong with you? you’re not following the recipe and recipes are meant to be followed exactly.”
    2. hogging the vanity of every hotel room we stayed in. he’d rush in and spread his stuff across most/all of the available space.
    3. walking ahead of me, not opening the door and ushering me into a public room unless there were other people, who he valued, in attendance. it’s all about the image.

    and for a bonus, tearing down other people’s appearance everywhere we would go. it was a running commentary of “why is he dressed like that? he looks terrible.” and “she looks good in that skirt but that blazer is all wrong.”

  • Oh, this is easy! I don’t miss
    * seeing skid marks on whitey tighties in the wash
    * watching him down peanut butter on bread, as if he were starving, as I’m doing dishes from the wonderful meal I prepared & we all enjoyed
    * watching him run to get the trash cans out, triggered only by hearing the garbage truck coming down the street
    *have to add a 4th – he expected me to enjoy sex when he smelled gross. “I’m just gonna need a shower afterwards”

    • Same regarding the garbage cans. It was one of his few household responsibilities. He told me one of the reasons he left was because he was tired of taking out the garbage cans. 🙄

      • Yep, me too. The garbage was FW’s only regular household chore, yet he refused to do it properly. He would get the kitchen garbage and ignore the garbage from the other rooms, forcing me to take care if it. When you are doing garbage for three bathrooms and three bedrooms, not having to do the kitchen garbage is not even a labor saver. Yeesh, what a passive aggressive little shit.

  • Whoa, so many similarities. The back shaving, the fecal smell, the road rage, the hoarding for sure.
    Mostly I don’t miss the negativity and the anger. I don’t miss being hit or kicked or pushed or being spit on.
    I don’t miss everything being my fault. Lastly, the Worm had a thing for milk. It made him gag. So I don’t miss hiding to eat a bowl of cereal or drink anything with milk. I don’t miss hiding to dunk my cookies!

  • While I cant complain of ex-cheater’s household habits or behaviors at large, I definitely DO NOT MISS all the cheating-related behavior, which was subtly present DAILY:

    – Closing browser windows as fast as lightining when I entered a room, and denying it
    – His stereotyped messages for when he arrived at work or was leaving work that reeked artificiality and drew me up the wall
    – Coming back home from a walk together or ending any activity together and him immediately going to do his thing without announcing it and me being left behind hanging (even if we were in the same room and I could see what he was doing, but it still made me feel like I didn’t matter and wasn’t worth the courtesy of negotiating the change of activity, like I was just an appendage to do or not do things with)

    The latter two were from the Wreckonciliation period, Im not even going into all the Marriage Police galore that came before then

    • “His stereotyped messages for when he arrived at work or was leaving work that reeked artificiality and drew me up the wall.”

      Mine did that too. After Dday it came out that he was overcompensating for having a blatant workplace affair, hoping his colleagues would still think he was a good guy because he called his wife several times a day. He made sure somebody saw him do it. “Just checking in.” he would say, probably having told his workmates that I demanded he check in regularly. He wouldn’t admit telling anybody that, but it’s the sort of thing he would do.
      It got so I stopped answering the phone at the times he liked to call. I hated it because it seemed so staged and it interrupted my day. I had asked him to stop but he wouldn’t. Naturally, he used me not answering as an excuse for the affair he was already having long before I stopped answering. 🙄
      Maybe your FW told people you demanded that he call, too.

      • When I thought we were happy, FW and I spoke every day on our lunch breaks

        When I moved my working hours and no longer had a break, he still kept phoning me

        I politely explained I was in a meeting and couldn’t talk and then when he still called, I was more stern and said he knew how busy we were at work

        I started to get comments for years afterwards, slightly passive aggressive ‘oh I forgot, how busy you are, how did you find the time to call’

        It was one of the excuses for his affair, he felt lonely

        How dare I concentrate on my job, at work

  • I’m actually surprised at how many of us had the FW leave disgusting sweaty socks all over the floor when they came home from work, or generally just expect their partners to deal with their nasty sweaty clothes. it was a daily chore of mine too pick up his disgusting socks off the floor. I told him several times to put them in a hamper but he never did it.

    He also did the whole, feeding himself without asking me if I wanted anything or making me anything to eat. I often cooked for both of us , he wouldn’t lift a finger to do the same for me. My comfort was the farthest thing from his mind. He also ate so messy that crumbs would go everywhere.

    It was always me coming up with things to do. Always me getting us up to go to the park or to the store or to movies etc. I thought I didn’t mind the fact that he didn’t ever want to do anything special or spontaneous. But I think it just comes down to the fact that he didn’t give a shit.

  • Wow, the question isn’t where to begin, it’s where to end. Okay top three. One that made me want to scream: doing a little boy budgie pout by sucking in his lower lip under his upper lip when I tried to keep him from buying yet another boat – truck – sporty car – guitar – motorcycle – gun. The last two scared me/made me realize he was probably certifiable. Second on the list was dry triggering his handgun while watching Fox and muttering “damn straight”. Third, continually racking his shotgun while watching Fox – possibly because his trigger finger was tired. And now I am wondering why the f*iretr*uck I didn’t divorce him just for those things.

  • I don’t miss his moodiness, his scarcity mentality, and his lack of gratitude for anything. He is misery personified. He complained especially about “having to work.” When I offered to support us while he took a sabbatical- he dismissed the idea. I think he enjoys being unhappy.

    It’s so refreshing to live free of that gloom and doom. Not my monkey not my circus!

    • I remember the gloom and doom ! Almost everything had some negative connotation in his mind. Me enthusing over the first daffodils – “they won’t last long”. Watching a historical documentary – “well, they’re all dead now”. 🙄

      • CNM ah yes the catastrophising ~everything was “tragic” and “disastrous” and “devastating” but only if it was about him (or his sporting team). When legitimately awful things happened (e.g our child’s young carer died suddenly) he couldn’t have given a shit. In that instance, I put a notice in the news paper, which I think is pretty normal but he said I was “seeking attention”). The poor lady had hundreds at her funeral she was that loved, but FW didnt go. Conversely during covid lockdown he used the death of a former colleague to escape the house to party at her funeral with AP. I knew this poor lady, she died young of melanoma. I realised when FW came home drunk at 2am with a massive smile on his face like he had the time of his life there was something very wrong with him. It reminded me of Will Ferrell in Wedding Crashers (I didn’t know why he was so happy until later).

  • Omg. Asking for help shaving his back hair before leaving for a 3 day surveillance. 1
    month before the exit. All the gross hygiene habits, toilet blowouts, sucking and swallowing snot.
    Also that same month we were taking pictures at a party and I went to stand next him, put my arm around his back and he pushed me to the opposite end of the group (our college kids) laughed and said boy, girl, boy, girl.
    The thing I’m still dealing with happened 3 years before the exit. We were at a birthday party for a mutual friend from jr high school. The friend sits behind me straddling the ottoman. It was awkward and way too intrusive. I started to stand up and he pulled me back down by my elbows and said I couldn’t get up now because he had a boner. I jabbed him in the thigh with my elbow and struggled to stand up. Now my ex is angrily looking at me and says let’s go we’re leaving. He didn’t really talk to me for 3 days. When I asked him if he was actually mad at me he said yes. He thought I sat down with him. I was stunned that was not my behavior, not ever, and not my interaction with birthday boy. He never defended me and the two of them still are in contact.

  • Whenever I was clearing out the cupboards, and throwing out stuff, he’d go through the bin bag, hold up a sauce bottle with a half inch of sauce at the bottom, and have a tantrum because I was throwing it out.

    Would do loads of things for others, but never for me. I asked him to pick up my prescription from the chemist, a three mile drive, and he threw a tantrum. But he drove 30 miles to the rat faced whore’s house to put a lock on her bedroom door.

    When we had people over for dinner, he’d give me filthy looks while we were eating, and once they were gone, tell me everything that was wrong with the meal, and how useless I was.

    I thought I’d forgotten all these things, but they’re coming back now. Lots more, but I have to think about my blood pressure. 😡

    • Yes I have just spent most of today ranting on this thread. Tomorrow in the spirit of Easter all will be forgiven.

      • I’ll never forgive that fucking toerag. What’s worse is I can’t forgive *myself* for taking all that abusive shite. Why was cheating/lying/gaslighting the deal breaker, and not all the monstrous behaviour previous ? Ranting – yep, me too.

    • 6, that’s horrible! And we forget just how many horrible things there were that happened because it’s a self-preservation brain thing. I’m sure the meals you prepared were absolutely wonderful and if they weren’t, why did he even fucking eat it?

      • I made egg and chips for his tea once, and he picked up the plate and threw it on the floor. Because he worked hard, and he deserved something better than egg and chips. A few days later he was telling our neighbour that egg and chips was one of his favourite things. I presume because the neighbour was a Scouser.

  • * Near the end of the relationship, he saw a doctor for the first time in ages and got the news that he (as folks with eyes already knew) had gained weight as he aged. His new catch phrase became “well, since I am technically obese…” You wouldn’t think that would come up as often as he managed to say it! And always with the emphasis on *technically*. Yeah, dude. “Technically.”

    * I would get home from work and make dinner, usually something complicated and time consuming like a stew or roast and always hot. I would announce dinner was ready. The kids and I would then proceed to wait. And wait. And wait. Often half a hour. Because his royalness couldn’t be bothered to get to dinner on time to eat while it was still warm. He was unemployed, did little parenting, and did little around the house. But just granting us his appearance so we could eat was apparently quite a lot to ask.

    * Discussing his “daily ablutions” like it was normal to need 60-90 minutes to do a BM with the door open, undress and strew clothes around, and shower, leaving a trail of noisily produced boogers. I will never not cringe at the word ablution again.

    • When I went hard core gray rock while getting ducks in a row, I stopped holding dinner for him. I would send our son to tell him dinner was ready about 5 minutes before it really was. I would confirm with our son that he was told. Then I would plate the food for myself and our son and we would start eating. He would eventually come down, fill up a plate, and pretty much inhale it before kiddo and I had gotten halfway done with ours. And then since he had no food in his mouth, he would begin telling us all the things he expected us to do the next day and start criticizing our son over every little thing (sit up straight, hold your fork differently, move your plate closer to you, push food toward the center of the plate, don’t use your fingers – even for pizza!, etc) until our son would blow up or cry and not want to finish eating.

      Meals are so peaceful without him. I let us start eating before Mr. Wonderful deigned us with his presence just so son and I had time to relax and eat together.

      • I would put dinner on the table and then he would think THAT was a good time to call his mom for an hour! Later he would be going out for “a beer and be home at 7 pm”. I eventually learned that 7 pm meant 2 am and stinking drunk so I stopped holding dinner for him, of course. One time we were cleaning up our little neighbourhood and having a drink afterwards when FW eventually showed up and my very much cowed neighbour asked what he was going to do for dinner. I told her if he was capable of finding his way to the bar he was capable of finding his way to the kitchen. She LOVED my answer but her bully of a husband did not!

  • I remember bringing a huge bag of sour patch kid candy on a week-long live aboard boat trip. I brought them for me because sour helps with upset tummy, but it was big enough to share. He ate almost the entire bag before we left the dock and got made when I took the rest away from him and wouldn’t “ share” any more. And the one time I took the bigger pork chop you’d think I shot his dog. Or how I’d cook enough sausages to last us a couple days of breakfast and he’d just gobble them all up. He was just so greedy and selfish.

    I hated how I’d be doing my thing, singing silly songs to the cats and folding laundry, and he’d come spoil the mood by picking fights.

    I hated how he smelled, how he kissed, how he dressed, how he was (emotionally, intellectually, physically, financially) lazy, how attention-seeking he was.

    But mostly I hate that he saw what I wanted and gave it to me just long enough to get me hooked and then stopped once I had sunk costs in. He knew how to be a good man and chose not to.

  • My goodness; over 110 comment so far and SO MANY SIMILARITIES! I’ll just say that my ex had many of the same “bathroom habits” as others have already described! In addition, my ex wouldn’t often walk ahead of me, but would constantly take off on his bicycle, leaving me behind, sometimes even with our child on the tag-along. He would specifically invite me on a bike ride, or we would agree to bike to an event as a family, but he would literally be out of sight. When I complained, he would “graciously” agree to ride behind me, but sigh about how slow I was, ride too close, and/or talk pointedly about how long it had taken us to arrive (and he would leave me in the dust the next time!). I’ve learned this kind of passive-aggression is typical of the covert or vulnerable type of narcissist. Bonus points to him if I would explode in anger in front of other people when I finally caught up to him/them… rolling his eyes at the witnesses indicating he had NO IDEA what I was freaking out about.

    Other things I do not miss (besides the obvious cheating, weed addiction, and financial abuse): him making his special raisin bread for everyone but me (it took SOOOO long…. it had to be for special occasions… like visiting his mom…) even though I told him how much I loved it, discovering that he peed on my flowers… I only saw him once, but I suspect it was a regular thing; him constantly wearing airpods… daily, for hours on end, taking them out but holding them impatiently in his hand while he waited for me to stop speaking to him so he could pop them back in and ignore everyone else in the house; constantly interrupting me, constantly changing the subject without connecting with anything I had just said, screaming about how a particular politician was a pathological liar (takes one to know one!), and doing the bare minimum. Such minimal effort, that got less and less over time, while he demanded more and more appreciation for whatever BS he did do—like “fixing” something so poorly, I had to pay someone to rip it out and start over when I got the house ready to sell.
    OK, I’ll stop as I’ve written a novel. But there is more I don’t miss, thank for giving us this opportunity to get things out!

  • I keep the list on my phone and I started it when he said he was leaving me, but before we moved out of the house. So these are now the things I Do Not Miss. My list is at almost 90 things, so picking the top 3 was hard.

    1. I will not miss how he’d try to impress everyone into thinking he looks 30! No motherfucker – most 30 year olds don’t have a receding hairline, wrinkles, beer gut and orthotics. Most 30 year olds aren’t SO obsessed with their looks.

    2. I will not miss how he would keep referring to wanting to have sex “like we had on his birthday”- I was black out drunk and have no memory of it. I could never live up to an experience that I cannot remember having. My only memory from that night is throwing up.

    3. I will not miss him grabbing my privates randomly throughout the day – if I was washing dishes or folding laundry. He’d walk up and grope me. Also his “jokes” about hitting or kicking me in the privates.

    • 3. I will not miss him grabbing my privates randomly throughout the day – if I was washing dishes or folding laundry. He’d walk up and grope me. Also his “jokes” about hitting or kicking me in the privates.

      Ugh!! Yes! This would have to be in my top 3 also. If not #1. The groping. The lack of affection, unless it would lead to sex. I HATED it! I asked him repeatedly to stop it, but he wouldn’t. He thought it was supposed to turn me on, but it did the exact opposite. He couldn’t just hug me without his hands wandering to my crotch or my boobs. We could never just snuggle together on the couch, or even sit next to each other while we watched TV, without him being all over me. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. It was a topic discussed in our short lived stints with marriage counselors. No help. The counselors would “prescribe” intimacy without sex. No groping, no grabbing. Just spend some time holding each other, expressing affection in a non-sexual way. He couldn’t do it. He hated it. He just didn’t see the point.

      I think he was incapable of the loving behaviors I wanted because of his prostitute habit. No need for loving, tender foreplay with a whore. I’m sure they prefer a quick crotch and boob grab, and get on with it. Of course at the time, I didn’t know he was using prostitutes. Can’t believe I lived with that for 29 years.

      • No affection unless it led to sex. Yes !!! I really resented that. It got so I never showed affection because I dreaded having to act like a porn star. I don’t think he was using prostitutes, but who knows.

      • Ugh, yes. I HATED HATED HATED that any physial touch, kiss, cuddle, etc. had to lead to sex. And if I wasn’t “in the mood” (i.e. I was sick or something legit), he’d pout about it for DAYS. I started shying away from all physical affection because I didn’t want to have sex. It got even worse after my son was born. I had a horrible tear which resulted in a lot of scar tissue and damaged nerves which made sex excruciating. He would get angry and say that I was “overreacting” or that I needed to see a shrink because it was all in my head. Or “you could just give me a BJ”. Clearly I “didn’t love” him and “wasn’t attracted” to him if I turned him down. I had to drink a lot before I could deal with sex (which isn’t healthy). When I finally had the courage to ask my gynecologist for a referral for physical therapy (5 YEARS later), she told me the flinching away when he touched me was totally normal after an injury like mine (the body trying to protect itself from another pregnancy) and I just broke down crying. Her physical examination showed that I had hypersensitive nerves where the slightest pressure felt painful enough to bring tears to my eyes. No wonder sex hurt. After 8 weeks of PT, my pain was 90% resolved.

    • The groping! While you’re doing basic annoying chores that have your hands full. It’s the absolute worst.

      • Yep. Comes down to control again, I think. The expectation that you drop everything because he wants sex. And afterwards no doubt, complaining because the chores weren’t done to his satisfaction.

    • I just re-read this post I made and cringed – let me add some perspective to #2. I barely drink at all. One, maybe 2 glasses of wine would be a big night. Prior to that night, I had never drank enough to throw up, ever. I don’t remember most of the evening, but it would haunt me forever as “the greatest birthday he ever had”. I have zero memory of it, which makes me now think back and wonder if he might have put something in my drink.

      • I wondered the same, when I read your comment. xx

        *Nothing* these scumbags do would ever surprise me. And what kind of monster thinks sex with someone who’s too drunk, (or drugged) to remember it, is the best they ever had??!!! 😡😡. I’m so angry for you.xx

  • 1. FW took credit for everything, and when receiving copious amounts of praise from his worshiping, adoring family, never thought to mention that something was my idea, or that I helped.

    2. FW was very handsy. His hands were constantly touching everyone. Even thought it ok to perch hand for 5 min. on lower back of young colleague.

    3.Mr Perfect pants was generally beyond generous ( people pleaser superstar), but he always took the best seat in a restaurant, schmoozed way too long with busy wait staff, and went from hyper laser focus on me to looking around restaurant and checking everything out as if I wasn’t even there.

    Bonus – won’t miss passive aggressive communication

  • 1. When she went back to college to get teaching credential she asked me to take over household finances. I discovered she had been racking up credit card debt and then secretly borrowing money from her father to pay it off. It was a pattern. Post divorce with more fixed expenses I saved money.
    2. Trying to remake me. She could be fixated on me wearing certain clothes or even trimming my beard just so. Not about being neat or clean, but fulfilling some fantasy. Made me feel inadequate.
    3. The random extreme moodiness. Who would she be today? The affectionate partner or the raging shrew? She had mental heath issues that she erraticly treated. We all tried sympathetic but we had to walk on eggshells. Of course, this was all tied in with cheating, which explained a lot when I found out.

  • Poor hygiene and stinky breath. The Guy didn’t brush his teeth on a regular basis and had periodontal disease. I really didn’t like to kiss him..he smelled and tasted bad. Don’t miss it. He also shaved every couple days and his face hair was like a wire brush. Don’t miss it. He didn’t eat breakfast only coffee. So when we were going somewhere, he would exclaim “I’m starving” and we always had to stop to get him something to eat which made us late or hurried. Don’t miss it. He never had money on him. If we were at one of the kids games, he always asked for cash to get a coffee or food. Don’t miss it! He wore stupid shirts and wholy genes before they were popular- usually dirty -to everything. Don’t miss it.

  • 1. Without my knowledge, he attempted to get a mortgage and found out he couldn’t qualify without my signature. He asked me to sign For a mortgage on a two family home one month before the D-day.
    2. In front of adult son, he wanted to know how to unfreeze the computer screen as he accidentally clicked on a child porn site.
    3. He posed in Calvin Klein underwear and asked me how they looked And asked me if he should shave his arms.

    • “Accidentally” mmmm-hmmm.
      In the case of my ExFW, the judge did not buy that excuse.

  • My FW cheater used to fight with her 1st ex over the kids all of the time. Right after we were married she spent almost 3 weeks on the couch crying because he wouldn’t give her money for her daughter’s dental work. I kept telling her we were okay but she insisted on sulking, rage-texting him and just lying on the couch. No matter what we did she always found the negative in it. We put in a brand new hand built fence and there were 3 mistakes, only 1 was major. She found all 3 immediately and instead of being happy with the fence all she did was complain about the mistakes – which were eventually fixed. When I took her to NYC for my birthday the very first thing she wanted to do was buy pot from a headshop store so we could get high. I told her no and we argued about it – she sulked for almost the entire rest of the trip. She once told me her ex boyfriend and her spent all of their time in hotels getting high when they went away and I knew she was in counseling for a past drug problem so there was no way I was going to spend out trip in my sister’s apartment getting high on anything. So, I guess my three are: fighting with her 1st ex over the kids and money; finding mistakes in everything and the drama that followed; and her drug problems.

  • FW used a freshly washed white washcloth for each shower. It absolutely had to be white and freshly laundered. I bought dozens over the years. I’ve come to my own conclusions on this one, based on his horrifying secret life.

    Would not let me take a break from a discussion/argument when I felt overwhelmed. He used my anxiety against me to “win”.

    Drove aggressively, and yet curiously incompetently. I would get nauseous from the erratic speed, even on a clear road. He didn’t give a damn when I got really carsick. In retrospect I think he got perverse satisfaction from making me feel awful.

  • Asked for help shaving her butt hair.
    The rage when I questioned her on anything.
    Her trying to pimp me out to her gross male sexist and racist friends without my consent.
    The rage-driving to threaten me into submission.
    The punishing me for sleeping and trying to restrict my sleep with made-up drama.
    The telling her mom to buy her a sports car when her mom offered to buy her a reasonable car because she worked too part time to even support herself even though she’s an able bodied adult.
    The 24-7 video games.
    The all night gaming with douchey racist sexist friends.
    The douchey racist sexist friends who told rape jokes to top it all off.
    Her supporting and hanging out with people who threatened and abused me.
    Her not telling her exes about me for years because she “didn’t want to hurt their feelings.”
    The creepy sexual comments about every woman, especially underage girls, and some men.
    Saying she refuses to “spend her hard-earned tax money” on healthcare when she didn’t even have a job or pay any taxes.

    This is all the tip of the iceberg and I’m embarrassed I stayed as long as I did but so relieved to be far away from that monster.

  • 1. Him forever spending too much money then having a tantrum when I tried to calmly discuss it

    2. Road/vacation rage. I got to the point where I really believed that I hated travel in general. It was an epiphany to realize that I love travel, I just hated it with him.

    3. Blame. It was pervasive in every moment and crevice of my life. I was blamed for everything all the time every day.

    • No 3. Yes.
      I asked him once why he always blamed me for everything. His reply was something like, “I don’t have anyone else to blame, so I pick on you”, like it was some kind of fucking *compliment* 😡

  • I don’t miss:

    Constantly doubting his word on ….. everything
    His on and off ‘food allergies’
    That he couldn’t change a light bulb or do any minor maintenance without some injury or kerfuffle

  • Since there are so many: There was a habit if sucking his teeth with his tongue. The sound was gross.

    He slept with a pillow between his legs and wet the bed.

    He wished a LOT. I wish I could live on the ocean. His magic Genie wasn’t working.

  • Putting my Lacy underware on the top of the toilet lid while I am taking a relaxing bath, indicating what he wanted asap. Then if declined,pitching an” I’m not talking to you now”. Going to the couch tantrum.
    Shaving arms, abdomen etc even after telling him I got rashes and itched from his shaving. I still have no idea why he did that?? Why? Wearing heavy cologne when I had allergies to perfumes and even if I hated the smell.
    I never understood him not caring how I felt or my health challenges. It was probably for others but i never knew.

  • 1. I would be working on getting dinner cooked and call out to him in the next room to help me with a task. He would yell to kids to go help mom. Young kids “help” is not the same as adult help and made me more stressed.
    2. When doing things as a family with our young kids, he would get only his stuff ready for the activity (like get his suitcase packed). Anything kid related was automatically/ by default mine.
    3. Any discussion had a right and wrong answer. Do I need to say his opinion was right/ had more weight. Financial discussions weren’t finished till he had needled me so much I was in tears.
    3+1 I am a crier by birth, a fact he well knows. Late in our marriage, he accused me of weaponizing my tears to manipulate him.
    3+2 I attempted to reconstruct a lost family recipe for butterscotch pie. It was never as good as (dead) grandma’s version, nevermind a.) I never had hers so I didn’t know the exact qualities was looking for and b.) I was showing love by trying but my effort was evaluated purely on final result.

  • The horrible, lazy, selfish sex.

    I clearly mourned him due to trauma bonds and nothing genuine. He was worthless on every level.

  • Screaming at me for moving too much in my sleep and waking him up….because he wasn’t just a cheater, he was an abusive prick.

    • Screaming at me for reading on my kindle, because the light kept him awake. I asked him how, when I read with my back to him, and shaded the screen. “I just know”.

      Actually he loathed me reading at any time.

      • Mine hated when I read too. I never hid the fact that I was a voracious reader, but it really pissed him off to no end!

        • Yep. I never hid it either; when we first met he pretended he loved reading too, (mirroring me, as I know now) but there were no books at his house, nor any of his family’s houses, either. I should have known.

          • He was funny about me reading too, and again his parents only had a tiny bookcase of inherited books that they never read.
            When we had a pc. In the bedroom he would keep me awake until the wee small hours doing stuff on it with the light on and would refuse to stop. On the rare occasion I was on it at around 10 pm just finishing something I would have to shut it down.
            On occasion he pulled the bedding off me and collected it in front of him so I was freezing cold. When I tried to pull it over so it covered both of us I was pulling the bedding off him making him cold. He would sometimes get in under the bottom sheet. And if he got up for whatever reason in the night he would throw the bedding off down to his feet, again leaving me cold

  • Skin picking…
    Phil Anderer is a skin picker and his oozing scabs would bleed all over the sheets in bed at night. I always told him it looked like I was sleeping next to someone afflicted with the stigmata. I love my bed now with crisp clean sheets.

  • 1) He licked his toilet paper before he wiped himself. Super gross.

    2) He had to masturbate every single time he took a shower. Even if it was at someone else’s house and they could hear him. Oh, the times I’d be dying of embarrassment and beg him not to at my parents house because they had thin walls but what was he supposed to do?! Not beat off for one single day?! He’d act like I asked him to saw off his own foot.

    3) The way he was an expert at absolutely everything even if he had never done it. He wanted everything done exactly his way. You know what the proper way to fold a towel is? HOWEVER THE FUCK THE PERSON DOING THE LAUNDRY WANTS TO FOLD THEM! And if you don’t like that then SHUT THE FUCK UP AND WASH AND FOLD THEM YOURSELF! This PSA has been brought to you by Katie Pig.

    • “He had to masturbate every single time he took a shower. Even if it was at someone else’s house and they could hear him. Oh, the times I’d be dying of embarrassment and beg him not to at my parents house because they had thin walls but what was he supposed to do?! Not beat off for one single day?! He’d act like I asked him to saw off his own foot.”

      I guess not being loud was off the table. Probably got off on making everyone hear him. Creepo.

      • Sorry, my brain stopped there and then I saw your second bullet and it somehow got worse. Holy shit, this guy.

        • The first time I saw him do it, that’s what I thought he’d done and I almost threw up and was like WTF?!

          But honestly, I didn’t watch him closely when he went to the bathroom or anything but I swear there were times he’d wipe, fold it several times, and then lick it again. As if the folded paper offered any protection.

  • The smell was the worst! I used to ask him to take a shower before coming to bed but he didn’t want to do it most of the time. Sometimes I had to open the window after he was asleep, to let some air inside take away the stick of his BO.

  • He wanted me to walk in front of him and often had his hand on my back but was actually giving me occasional rough little pushes! If I got a few steps ahead of him, he’d stop or slow down and just leave me walking ahead, then laugh when in a panic, I couldn’t find him!

    He would insist I share the driving, but then criticize my driving! Too fast, too slow, shouldn’t pass on a curve in the snow but why was I following this idiot and not passing! That behavior stopped after I slowed the car, pulled over and got out and asked if he would rather drive. I guess I should be grateful he didn’t leave me stranded on the side of the road!

  • Leaving his toenails on the bedside table.
    Snoring so loud I never could get any sleep.
    He had hearing loss, but was in denial/couldn’t admit it, so the television was always up so loud it hurt my ears. I told him he was damaging our son’s hearing, but he didn’t care.
    Constant road rage.
    Super loud blowing his nose in the shower.
    Never helping with any kind of housework, cooking or parenting.
    Walking way ahead of me. One time got up at an airport to head to our gate and left his bag, I was already loaded down with my bags, our son’s bags and stroller. I thought I don’t have one more hand or shoulder or ability to manage another big bag… I weirdly pushed it along in front of the stroller. Of course he couldn’t ever push the stroller because he had to go dodging and weaving through the crowd.
    His loud smacking and chewing when he ate, getting up from the table and leaving everything behind. When he was doing his final discard, I decided not to clear his place anymore. Our next meal together, he looked at the table in disgust (acting like I was such a lazy messy wife) and just shoved everything to the side. We had a very large farm table. He did this for three days! Just stacking up his plates in disgust. *I* finally couldn’t stand it anymore and cleaned it all up.
    The way he stomped when he walked.
    His cold breathing through his mouth slobber kisses… gross.
    Retelling of the same stories and lame offensive jokes. Talked so much everyone would get a glazed over look on their face.
    Acting as if he knew everything about wine when he knew barely anything and taking credit for the food and wine paring that *I* had worked so hard to create.
    His weird jerky off-beat dancing, like Elaine on Seinfeld.
    His lying about his achievements……he lied about everything though.
    There’s so much more, but I’ll stop now.
    So grateful to be away from that abusive selfish jerk weirdo.

  • The stench of the foulest under arm sweat imaginable and refusal to wear any antiperspirant of any type wether natural Patric or otherwise hat ruined furniture and caused others to reek after he draped his arm around someone smearing the foul smell onto you. Smelling it permeate while riding in a vehicle with him. Restless legs that woke me up all night long. Slamming cupboards and doors . It has been very pleasant living with out all of these!

    • He was loud and despite not being a tall or large man he would sneak quietly up behind me and grab my waste frightening me every time. Stealing , lying and gaslighting

    • Ugh. Mine had restless legs so bad he was pummeling the bed with them, and he snored like a fog horn as well. I finally had to get separate bedrooms in order to get any sleep at all, because he refused to get any treatment for these problems. Naturally, he used the separate bedrooms as an excuse for cheating.

  • I did t follow instructions…here’s two more!

    2….criticizing every little thing I did, from what I said to what I ate.

    3. His obsession with weight loss. He’d get mad at me for not “supporting him” if I wanted to eat when he was trying to lose weight. I didn’t need to lose weight and actually had the opposite problem, but he didn’t care.

    4. Screaming at me in the car.

    5. Always having to do what he wanted every moment of the day…he dictated every minute we spent together.

    • That was actually four more… I’m really not following instructions today.

      For good measure, let’s add this: he also controlled every single financial decision we made. He wouldn’t let me buy new clothes. He would throw a fit if I bought stuff for the kids. If I ignored him and did it anyway, he would rage. One of the best things about being away from him is being completely financially independent from him.

  • Wait, just 3 more plueeesssseeee?
    Trapping me against the sink when I’m doing dishes and rubbing himself against me like a stag deer. Im
    Bent over brushing my teeth, his hand would come in the slightly ajar bathroom door and he’d grab me.
    Asking if he could scrub my back in the tub, then grabbing me. Getting in the tub with me and with no invite.
    No affection, told me ALL MEN touch their wives sexually constantly. He said we all do it. I felt like his pet. On long trips he would grab me all the time sexually. I did not get a rest because he said it was normal and my issue, not his. Don’t be a prude! Someone said 14 year old? I think about that.
    Demanding sex at every opportunity and then getting angry if a no was said. A pattern of entitlement that took me out. One trip was too much for me and I asked him to leave me alone or just touch me non sexually. I was exhausted from his sexual handling of me.He Said I had FOO issues and my work in children’s hospice altered my care for him. He needed more!!! I quit trying right then. But he was seeing others…so my time was up as his demands accelerated. He had lots to complain about me also, so I am so happy he is gone

    • That’s rape and this was yet another thing for me also. I’m sorry you endured this. The commonalities here are astonishing!

    • OMG yes the trapping against the sink! Or by the laundry. or against the counter…I got to the point where I was so frustrated that I told mine if he cornered me again while I was doing chores I would knee him as hard as I could.

  • Reading through this comments makes me wonder, how many of these crappy habits were there all along, including before the FW started cheating? More my point, was the cheating an escalation/just MORE extreme entitled behaviour? Sort of like “well if my Chump will put up with me always leaving a trail of dirty clothes in her wake, will she also tolerate a trail of APs?” I suppose this is a “which came first, the chicken or the egg” scenario. An entitled FW is going to do entitled FW things. Period.

    • For me, the cheating and abuse were the entire time. And it was the same behavior towards partners before me as I learned later.

  • At this point, 2.5 years after the fact, I shouldn’t be surprised to find yet more validation that FW was a textbook cheater, but here’s one more who always (1) walked ahead of me, (2) spent hours on the toilet, (3) left skid marks on the back of the toilet seat and the remains of snot-rockets on the shower tiles. Extra credit: After agreeing to do some small housekeeping task, he wouldn’t do it, castigate me for gently reminding him to do it, and then blow up at me when I finally just gave up and did it. Extra-extra credit: He drank, watched hours of porn, was a terrible kisser and worse lover. Onward!

    • My brother saw FW and AP in grocery store parking lot. The only thing I enjoyed about the story was brother saw him long before FW realized his brother in law. Brother said he was way ahead of her, I didn’t even realize she was with him….

  • 1. The pile of shoes by the backdoor was almost worse than the mud, dirt and grease he tracked through the house when he didn’t remove them. It didn’t help that he has more shoes than most women. I can’t tell you how many times I tripped over those gd shoes while carrying in the groceries.

    2. Dishes: He left his by the sink and complained when I put them in the dishwasher (“I wasn’t done using that!”), it was worse when he DID put them in the dishwasher because he flatly refused to rinse them, so I always ended up washing them by hand after unloading the ‘clean’ dishes to remove the dried egg yolk, globs of mustard, etc., PLUS he deliberately put things in wrong so I had to reload all the top rack stuff so it would fit and wouldn’t end the cycle full of mucky water.

    3. Only three? There’s the volume of the television, the godawful harking noises just before spitting in the kitchen sink, the ‘helpful’ advice about everything, the backhanded compliments, the lies just for the sake of lying (“You never told me x, y or z”), the passive-aggressive attitude, etc., etc.

    • Ugh, my ex FW used to complain about all the shoes in the hall way and made a point of buying and assembling a shoe rack

      It used to wind him up so much

      We then all proceeded to dutifully place our shoes on the stand and he would leave his in the middle of the hall way and shrug when we asked him why


      • Do as I say, not as I do. A common fuckwit phenomenon, usually seen in politicians, but also frequently in the arseholes we married.

        • So true Chumpnomore6, I used to joke that he was just like a politician sometimes

          I’m not laughing now

  • 1. Crippling insomnia. If I turned over in bed, she would rant at me. God forbid I should place a hand on her shoulder when she came to bed: she would accuse me of sabotaging her sleep. The fact that this crippled our sex life was actually one of the smaller negative consequences.
    2. Obsession with her phone. She’d arrive home and spend 10 minutes sitting in the driveway texting away; I often had to go extract a kid who was strapped in the car seat in the back. It was a constant battle to enforce the “no phones at the table” rule with the kids when their mother was hiding her phone in her lap and texting literally under the table.
    3. No work/life balance. There were perpetual crises at work that she needed to address asap, so she couldn’t come to dinner / go to bed / spend time with her family. The kids and I were always a distant second to her career. (XW is an astrophysicist. There are no life-and-death crises in astrophysics. Everything is light-years away, billions of years old, and couldn’t be affected by the combined efforts of the entire population of the Earth even if we tried).