What Did You Replace Your Cheater with?
What did you replace your cheater with? A woman trades her unfaithful husband in for a Roomba. And then outlines all the ways her new appliance is better than her ex.
A Friday Challenge was born.
So, CN, what did you replace your cheater with?
A vibrator? A robotic litter tray? A toaster oven?
Really, most household objects are an improvement over living with a FW.
We’ve done similar challenges, like “Leave a Cheater, Gain a Dog” (pets count!) or “Leave a Cheater, Gain a Harley” (motorcycles too!) or “Leave a Cheater, Gain Bradley Cooper,” (hot celebrities!) but actual appliances are a first.
And, why not? This is the beauty of technology. Human labor becomes obsolete! You thought you needed a partner to help clean? There’s no weaponized incompetence from a Roomba. It just sucks up that cat hair and never cops an attitude.
(But the possum might.)
You thought you needed emotional support from a FW? Tell your troubles to a Keurig instead. It just listens and makes coffee. A Keurig never says, “I love you, but I’m not in love with you.” It only asks: 8 ounces or 12?
Do you miss being touched? That foot bath massage will never give you an STD and blame you for it. Nor will it compare your body to Schmoopie’s. It just wants to be of service.
Cheaters objectify you, so replace them with actual objects!
So, CN, what did you replace a FW with? And did you get a bargain?
TGIF!




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I replaced my ex with an airplane! He didn’t like to travel, so after we divorced, I spent a month in London! Got to see debate about Brexit in Parliament, saw tons of fabulous plays, marched in the international women’s day march, took an Italian cooking class… Had an amazing time. I went back again in 2022 and 2023. Heaven!
A weighted blanket and a microwaveable heating pad. Both keep me warm and snuggly in bed. I now sleep so much better! FW snored very loudly (he’d wake our kid down the hall — it was so loud) and wasn’t cuddly at all — he also often woke me with his night terrors. The blanket and heating pad are so lovely and peaceful and easy to sleep with. I sometimes throw in a sleep meditation on my Calm app too ❤️
It’s funny because there were things FW was capable of doing but he just didn’t do them. He was capable of giving a nice foot rub but once the love bombing stopped, so did the foot rubs. He was capable of doing home improvement projects but he rarely did more than change a light bulb. He spent all his time chasing APs and working on his car. So I used to say he was only good for cooking scrambled eggs the way I liked them. I like them on the soft and creamy side and since he liked them, too, he actually did cook them most Sundays.
As I was lining up my ducks, the New York Times posted an article in its food section entitled something like The World’s Best Scrambled Eggs. I thought to myself, if these are half as good as FW’s, I will have him good and truly replaced. Well, they are BETTER than FW’s eggs. They are very rich (lots of butter) but so good! I only make them maybe once every 4-6 weeks because they are so decadent but I can now make the world’s best scrambled eggs and enjoy them without someone who gets off on betrayal.
And once in a while I go get a massage and ask for extra foot rub time. And even with that expense, it’s still cheaper than having a lying cheater around who spends money on himself like it was water.
I replaced a Cold Slab O’Meat with two new bionic knees, cute comfortable knickers that do not consist of two lil’ patches and a string of a prayer, nursing school and 27 pairs of luxury orthopedic shoes in every color of the rainbow.
Oh that must be a relief, to get rid of those torturous excuses for knickers? I couldn’t be doing with them! I found a lovely set in Tesco last year, bit of lace and not granny knickers at all but lovely and comfy and only 3 Euros for 5 pairs! Can’t argue wi’ them prices!
Peace of mind.
LFTT
PS – I also got a blue velvet Chesterfield sofa …. not so much to replace Ex-Mrs LFTT, but because it’s a piece of furniture that she would never have allowed me to purchase were we still together.
Amen to that. Your blue sofa sounds lovely.
Klootzak still has a couch he bought 25 years ago for $10 from a yard sale in our living room. I paid for it to be reupholstered 10 years ago which changed it from orange to diarrhea brown – his choice of color, of course – because I couldn’t stand the springs poking me when I sat on it. I can’t wait for the divorce to be over so he can take it with them and I can buy proper furniture.
A weighted blanket, new pillows, warm green tea, new friends, a new favorite color, change of wardrobe thanks to thrift stores, and plants. The pets were already mine but they are calmer and happier now that some asshole isn’t around to abuse them for sport.
Love the roomba! Mine was never a cleaner, so my wonderful cleaner and her daughter are still my go-tos.
Ah, so many things. Sleeping peacefully through the night. The Uber app on my phone for when I do not wish to drive. Empty space in my bathroom where I no longer have pads to catch the blood that poured out of my butt (sorry to be so graphic, but he literally made me ill), kitchen space for all the unhealthy foods I never ate, alcohol I never drank, and cheap knives from door-to-door salespeople he loved and cherished. And yes-I replaced him wth a fabulous trip to my 50th college graduation reunion, complete with lavish dinner at an historic hotel with other alums, 3 days of walking on campus and through the neighborhoods and reminiscing, and a side trip to see my birthplace and cousins I had not seen since the 1950s. And in 2025, Paris! Delightful! Finish strong, Chump Nation!
Well, I just placed an order for the Roomba, I was so inspired by what it represents. I mean to name it as well! And the practical help is much appreciated. The day we were telling our son Dad is moving out, my son and I went to the store and finally bought a soda stream, with flavours. I also got a moka pot because I didn’t like the pod coffee (when FW still loved me, one Mother’s Day he gave me an espresso machine and a barista (himself) and made lovely coffee for me. Over the years the machine was replaced by drip coffee then pod coffee, as if to mirror the effort he was willing to put into the relationship). To this day making coffee for myself in my moka pod from freshly ground beans is the highlight of my day. My close friend knows this and has been lovingly supplying me with wonderful coffee beans, my favourite is Bird Lovers Espresso which just covers so many things I love: the smell of coffee, the image of birds and the thoughts of my friend’s care). I also really enjoyed hammering a bunch of things into walls (whiteboards and paintings), as FW did t want to mar the walls lest our home is not permanent. I especially enjoyed when I totally miscalculated and made an extra hole (that is covered by a painting now). I don’t need to be perfect!
I replaced FW with absolutely nothing. By the end I realized the only thing he brought to the marriage was $. No parenting or housekeeping contribution. Couldn’t even be bothered to put the garbage at the curb because he was too important. Got my settlement and haven’t missed him at all for anything.
ARockingNewLife,
I also replaced my FW XW w/nothing (other than peace). But I was the opposite (kind of) of you. I was the husband who brought home three to four times her salary a year, who became useless to her when I burned at as a pharmacist.
No more big money (relatively), no more prestige (in her mind only. I could care less what I do, so long as I am making people happy, paying the bills in an honest job, have a reasonable interest in what I’m doing and am not constantly stressed out).
So I had to go. Obviously!🤣 No more good husband appliance.
But I now make around half of what I used to as a pharmacist, still pay the mortgage on the crappy house I downsized into to make her happy, still pay all my bills, and until I recently started paying out money monthly for two of my kids college stuff, I could bank a quarter of my earnings for savings.
Funny, how the only time I could do that w/her was when she realized I was leaving pharmacy. And then once it became apparent I wasn’t heading back to it, she continued to spend our saved money as if I was still working as a pharmacist. But wants credit for saving up major money from my work one time.
I don’t miss that bullshit either!😂
ARockingNewLife,
I also replaced my FW XW w/nothing (other than peace). But I was the opposite (kind of) of you. I was the husband who brought home three to four times her salary a year, who became useless to her when I burned at as a pharmacist.
No more big money (relatively), no more prestige (in her mind only. I could care less what I do, so long as I am making people happy, paying the bills in an honest job, have a reasonable interest in what I’m doing and am not constantly stressed out).
So I had to go. Obviously!🤣 No more good husband appliance.
But I now make around half of what I used to as a pharmacist, still pay the mortgage on the crappy house I downsized into to make her happy, still pay all my bills, and until I recently started paying out money monthly for two of my kids college stuff, I could bank a quarter of my earnings for savings.
Funny, how the only time I could do that w/her was when she realized I was leaving pharmacy. And then once it became apparent I wasn’t heading back to it, she continued to spend our saved money as if I was still working as a pharmacist. But wants credit for saving up major money from my work one time.
I don’t miss that bullshit either!😂
Wishing you all the best in your fuckwit free life.😁
Janey he’s a lazy bollix isn’t he? You rid yourself of a big lump of lard so! Fair play to you!
When they either stop helping around the place for a while, or you realise they never helped anyway, you look at them and think “Sure, what do I need you for?”!
Mine was great during the love-bombing stage, I thought he was brilliant to clean, tidy and do DIY, clean the roof and gutters, he didn’t seem to think he only had to do the traditional “man’s jobs” at all. But as time went by, he did less and less round here, and less and less for my son and myself, but he was only too eager to ties himself in knots for everyone else! His parents I understood, and sort of his siblings. Then it wasn’t just immeadiate family and extended family he would run after, it was any old Tom, Dick and Harry, even people he’d only known a few months or even , in one case, met that day at a new job ( and he turned out to be a right scummer! That “friendship” didn’t last long!)
Life’s been hard here on with only my son, but since I threw the X out, my son does more to help and I don’t have to put up with all the nonsense and carry-on my X was doing! There’s no one living in my gaff who’s treating me as if I’m the last on his list, or not on his list at all, and that’s worth it!
The only household chore my ex did that I didn’t was to mow the lawn. I did do an infrequent mow, but he was quite particular about rotations of the mower battery through the battery charger, and thought I would screw it up if he didn’t “supervise” me. Our house had a large back yard, almost all of it in grass, because my ex didn’t want to have to mow around “obstructions” like garden beds, trees, bushes, etc.
For five years after I left my ex, I lived in a rental, and the owner mowed the lawn.
Last fall, I bought my own house. (Halloween last night was actually the one-year anniversary of my first night in the house.) Most of the yard–sides, front, and back–is garden, planted with native plants, including spring ephemerals, bushes, trees, ornamental grasses and other perennials, with, in the back yard, only a small circle of lawn, outlined with bricks.
Last spring, when mowing season started, I had so little lawn I was planning to buy a push mower, but a friend insisted I take a small battery mower she was no longer using. It is perfect for my little grass circle.
I replaced my ex and his wasteland of grass with a garden, and my ex’s certainty of my incompetence with a little mower that hums along quietly through the chore.
I love this! And shocked at the similarities with fkkwits. My ex also was super careless with anything in his lawnmowers way. Couldn’t be bothered. Now I have rosebushes and lilacs In the most beautiful flowerbeds around my house. The color Surrounding me is my new life.
Congratulations and happy anniversary with your new house!
We replaced ugliness with beauty. Ex refused to remove or let me get someone else to remove the huge, unsightly, dead and dying juniper shrubs in the ugly gravel strip along the front of our house. I immediately had them cut back and then pulled out. Tween-now-teen and I have filled the whole front area with flowering plants, some in pots ad some in the ground. We get compliments all the time. And almost all of it has been free. We’ve gotten seeds, plants, pots, planters and even soil from craigslist, neighbors thinning out their plants, etc. The exception was two hugely discounted “gardens in a box” of native flowers that we bought and planted along the border with our neighbor and in the front yard, as an apology for being such an eyesore for so long. Three years after planting the first iris, they are naturalizing into the lawn, and we hope they spread enough that eventually we won’t have to mow.
I love reading these comments!
I adopted a sweet,chill, fluffy calico cat who, like me, is also middle age. She is emotionally regulated, loves me for who I am, doesn’t project her issues onto me, isn’t rude or devaluing to my family and friends, and doesn’t get angry at me for putting my kids first. We like to hang out together and watch cheesy sci-fi movies.
My cat.
For some background, the ex-fw killed a previous house pet … his son’s dog… in a fit of rage. Also, I had to go another state on the other side of the country 6 months before my planned exit to deal with my ailing narc mother. I had to leave this cat with the ex-fw for 2 weeks. The ex-fw had “allowed” me to have this inside cat when it was abandoned by its mother who was one of our barn cats. I realized too late it was because the ex-fw no longer had control over me and this was his way of exterting his control over me again… and it worked. It was like he was terrifying/abusing a child of mine and I already knew what he was capable of because he had unalived a pet already.
When I came back from the trip my cat was terrified of the ex-fw and also the vacuum cleaner. I knew the ex-fw had taken his rage about me being gone out on my beloved pet. If I had any doubts about leaving the shit show… they were gone by then. Also, when I came back from that trip, I caught Covid. The ex wouldn’t even bring me a bowl of soup to leave on my dresser (I had already moved to a separate bedroom). I am quite sure Mr. Camo (ie camoflauge… he’s black and white like winter camo) would bring me a bowl of soup if he could.
We fled on a snowy January day while the ex was at work. I was able to get my cat a real ESA certification from my therapist who worked through all that with me… the relationship and my healing from other deep rooted trauma.
My cat runs to me (even from another room) if I express hurt, cuddles when I cry, herds me to sit down when I’m having a meltdown, loves the same TV programs as I do and doesn’t hog the bed or remote or dictate what I eat… altho I struggle with an eating disorder and he will gently but empathically prompt me to eat at least once a day.. if I don’t all hell breaks loose in a good way. I have a medical condition that lays me out once in a while for days at a time and that little man is right by my side every. single. time. Never had that loyalty or love from the ex-fw who I’m sure isn’t even human. I often tell Camo he’s the only man I need.
At my age, he’s going to be the last cat I ever have and I wouldn’t trade him for anything in the world … certainly for no other “human” male lol.
Wait — what!? He killed his son’s dog? On purpose?!
yes unfortunately he did… he refused to have any dogs fixed/neutered and they had chihuahua’s at the time… he only wanted small dogs bc less care. The ex’s son and that son’s son with the son’s gf (not grandson baby mama) all lived with us at the time.. lot’s f people and 3 dogs. His son’s chichi was male and pissed everywhere. The dog ended up pissing on one of the ex’s work shirts and he didn’t notice till he was already on the road as a truck driver for the day… he sat with it all day. His rage literally burned inside of him all day waiting for his moment to come home and unleash it. When he did arrive home, he took off his 10lb work boot, went straight to the dog and hurled at the him. I didn’t realize what was happening until the ex went through the front door instead of the usual back door and I *knew* something was wrong. I followed/chased him through the house but was too far behind to stop him. Didn’t kill it instantly… severely damaged its neck/spinal cord and they ended up putting it down. I made that @$$hat pull out the dog’s tongue and do cpr until step-son could get home and they could go to the vet ER. I will *never* forget the look in that poor dogs eyes at such a betrayal. I even held the @$$hat while he bawled his eyes out that night and assauge such henious behavior for my own safety and survival. That was one of many times I tried leaving but I had no support system and was completely financially dependent on him at the time…. which is par for the course with these narcs. Had to survive several more years with him before I found a way out. The son went and got a rottie/GSD mix male dog from the shelter for “revenge” and that dog was one of the best dogs I’ve ever known.. didn’t tolerate one ounce of agression from NOOOObody… not even its owner the step-son…. it knew the difference between roughhousing/playing since we had a small grandson in the house.. but once any behavior turned the slightest bit truly aggressive.. that dog had somethin to say lol. unfortunately they lived there for only the next year or so and man the ex hated that dog lol.
It’s been almost 3 years since I fled … to cap with a bright thought.. his DIL recently kicked out that same son for fw/cheating behavior. It was definitely vindicating and I literally cheered when she told me. I don’t intentionally keep in touch… she ended up working in a store I frequent in the small community I moved to which next door to his town.. and so it is with small towns lol.
I’m so sorry you’ve been through the trauma of living with that abuser, and so glad you were able to get out of there.
OMG it’s an incredible testament to your resourcefulness that you even lived to tell of this. You were clearly in mortal danger. I’m sure just the process of planning escape was harrowing and had to be approached as carefully as a bomb squad trying to figure out which wire to cut.
thank you for your validation… yes there were layers upon layers in the end which included all kinds of infidelity. This group was one of the ones that showed me not only is it critical for me to get out… but most importantly that I could. And yes it took 3 years of planning… it was a very fine line to walk for too long after being beat down emotionally and mentally and sometimes physically .. and not everyone truly understands that.
I just want to say this community is so important… your words gave me a moment of healing.. bawling my eyes just being seen and heard and knowing you know how hard it was.. that spackles the cracks in my heart even more. sending hugs
I totally relate because I get very triggered by victim-blaming or victim-negating attitudes when I encounter them anywhere and also feel incredibly relieved when I encounter more insightful, humanizing attitudes.
I absolutely hate how victims of certain violent crimes or abuse often have to beg around with hat in hand trying to get any consensus or human understanding from others only to quite frequently have it withheld– sometimes deliberately– on the idea that this is for victims’ own good since, well, clearly there’s something wrong with them that they didn’t “just leave.” So, like, don’t feed that need for attention by validating their experiences and be sure to slip in some patronizing, shaming recommendations on how they can improve their clearly disordered selves.
Aside from the latter attitude being wrong and based on antiquated junk science theories, it sends this message that victims have to “exonerate” themselves for being victimized. How sick is that? But that was always the traditional approach. Though now there’s a whole other school of thought in “victimology” that developed over the past fifty years which instead assumes that, by virtue of even spiritually or physically surviving, most victims are likely tapping into near genius level mental resources. Late forensic psychologist Evan Stark repeatedly makes that assertion– that, over the course of his fifty years in research and advocacy and legislative spearheading on behalf of victims, he typically observes awe-inspiring genuine “brilliance” in some of the most misunderstood survival strategies that victims engage in to survive and protect children and others.
No surprise that Stark and other proponents of the more humanizing, respectful view of victims managed to achieve far higher “liberation” rates among victims than was ever achieved by the traditional blaming/patronizing approach to battered women. And funny how, if advocates and so-called helping professionals stop heaping more of the same shame, blame and humiliation that abuse survivors can easily get at home from their abusers, survivors feel much more hopeful about what kind of life they can have after escape.
I don’t know why it’s so hard for bystanders to grasp that, like members of the French Resistance who infiltrated Nazi occupiers by pretending to be Nazis, some victim strategies are easily misunderstood precisely because they’re specifically designed to fool dangerous perpetrators. Der. The tactics have to be deceptive or they won’t work to promote survival. And of course they work even better if the victim is able to really invest in the ruse, kind of believe it themselves (Stockholm syndrome). But there’s a built-in professional hazard for doing this which even former members of the French Resistance can attest to, which is the danger of getting too close to whatever Nazi commander one is sidling up to and mining for intel and thereby compromising one’s ability to make harsh decisions when it matters.
Rather than admitting the obvious bind this puts abuse victims in and recognizing the risk of “captor bonding” is a normal hazard for anyone in captivity is simply par for the course, there’s a tendency of blaming bystanders to misinterpret captor bonding/Stockholm syndrome as just more proof of victims’ inherent craziness or codependence when instead it’s actually an awe-inspiring, brilliant and often effective strategy.
Anyway, there’s a film from a couple of decades ago– Head in the Clouds (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCvSAsk9EBs)– that brushes on both the “hazard” of resistance fighters getting too close (out of necessity) to the fascists they were cultivating as well as the danger that bystanders will misinterpret the ruse. If you can find the film anywhere, just ignore the lame poly, sex-pozzy themes and pay attention to the double bind that Theron’s character gets into when she’s assigned with acting as a mole. You might relate to it.
Thank you so much for this info and again… the heartfelt validation. I went down a bit of a rabbit hole re Evan Stark and for some reason hadn’t heard of his work. Now I’m really fired up about how we can bring coercive control laws to more states… my state doesn’t have any so digging even deeper now.
In watching the first video where Mr. Stark describes how insidious it is, I had a very cathartic bawl-my-eyes-out session so this is good stuff.
In our last reconciliation, the ex had stated he “sometimes just needs a good fight” and I thoroughly rejected that and told him to get it out elsewhere bc we’re too old for that bs. Some time later when he was beginning to realize he couldn’t upset me like that anymore, he had come home through the back door like normal to take off those workboots. I had peeked around the corner to guage his mood and he was joyously greeting his dog without an tense bone in his body. So I went back to working on dinner at the stove. He came through and *slammed* his things on the kitchen table and screwed his face into a mug. In the past that would have triggered a PTSD/reactive repsonse and I would have been snippy giving him the opening to go at me. I just looked at him… didn’t even really jump startle.. just calmly asked if he had a bad day. He didn’t know what to do with himself because I wasn’t reacting in fear like I normally would. I paid for that later and had to be more careful moving forward. I “allow” little fights from then on so he didn’t suspect I had plans. I would just storm off before it got out of hand and when he thought he had the upper hand.
So yes… this absolutely felt like a POW experience… and yes… it had devolved into Stockholm type experience as well. As exhibited when the dog died… I took the blame.. said a gardening bucket fell on it so he didn’t get charged with anything.
It is a freeking miracle I got out and a testament to the need for support like this Chump Nation and the support I received in the mental health facility. In the end I literally had a team of 4 people at the facility to support this most difficult endeavor. I found my footing in this group and this group taught me I had value and I had the right to do what is best for me. Prior to that… I didn’t believe that at all. Eternally grateful for the peace I have today.
Thank you for this conversation.. really glad we connected like this.. sending hugs 🙂
I’m so glad this stuff speaks to you because it certainly spoke to me. I remember a phrase that I think is a quote from a Holocaust survivor, that “the innocent love their innocence.” To the extent that survivors of domestic abuse and certain crimes are often “indicted” as “partly responsible” for the crimes against them both by bystanders and helping professionals, the far more humanizing view of victims which has been codified by people like Stark or founding psychotraumatologist Frank Ochberg (original theorist behind Stockholm syndrome/captor bonding) feels “exonerating.”
It’s like winning an appeal and being declared “innocent” at last. Which is partly a relief and partly alarming because the vast majority of survivors are and always were innocent. This is such an intense theme that it’s really the core of Holocaust survivor and historian Primo Levi’s famous memoir, “The Drowned and the Saved,” in which he describes something he calls the moral “Gray Zone” or the process by which Nazi captors would inculcate prisoners and compel them to turn against each other in order to first kill captives’ souls– by attempting to bring victims down to the level of perpetrators, destroy their identities as innocent– before outright killing them. Another theme in the book was the devastation of survivors in not being believed by others after they escaped and tried to tell their stories. Not being believed was a common serial nightmare of former prisoners.
I’m quite sure the late Primo Levi wouldn’t mind if victims of other types of crimes related to his work and drew validation from it since it’s clear his aim was to make humanity recognize this kind of evil in all its many larval forms. And certain Nuremberg researchers even speculated that the seeds of a capacity for evil in many of the Nazis imprisoned and tried at Nuremberg was their brutalizing family upbringings. There is an argument to be made that decontructing the roots of evil within family dysfunction and domestic abuse and stopping the generational cycle is a politically crucial activity.
But not everyone wants to see that cycle stopped– namely all the many adult abusers in power. For instance, the reason you hadn’t heard of Stark or his wife Ann Flitcraft despite the truly monumental achievements they’ve made over the past fifty years– like launching the shelter movement in the US and UK in the 70s, scientifically debunking former victim-baming theories in psychology, coining “coercive control” and spearheading a global movement to criminalize it– is because the mainstream media in the US has had a general policy of silence towards issues they represented and doesn’t seem very enthusiastic about more surgically defining what constitutes domestic abuse and sexual consent. Basically it was no accident that all the attacks on CL and novelist Sarah Manguso in the NY Times, New Yorker and New York Magazine mostly centered around preventing the definition of abuse from advancing beyond fists, tire irons and fire arms– for the same reason Stark’s name and the concept of Coercive Control has only been mentioned about three times in the NY Times, including his rather brief obituary.
Stark’s passing was a loss to the world and I hope others pick up the torch and keep running with it. I intend to in whatever small way because, like I argued above, I see it as one of the main political lynch pin issues for humanity. I know Dr. Christine Cocciola– Stark’s former student as well as a coercive control survivor and former chump– is making a concerted effort to do this and was instrumental in getting Jennifer’s Law passed in Connecticut. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyszZ2gJ9sA
The biggest victory was getting CC criminalized in the UK and Scotland where CC is now punishable with serious prison time but a lot more work needs to be done and it’s all two steps forward, one and a half steps back. But I don’t mind being a “Sisyphus” type advocate for a fraught cause even if I don’t see significant progress in my lifetime because, to quote philosopher Albert Camus, “The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”
One clue that the above has truth to it was something everyone who personally knew Stark said about him, which is that– as contradictory as it sounds due to the dark subjects he spent his life delving into– he was a infectiously joyous human being. That’s something else I don’t think is any accident. I think it relates to something another philosopher said of Primo Levi, that– as dark as the subject matter was that Levi focused on, the “light came from him” for having the courage to do it. I think it’s a fine endeavor to follow that light.
I didn’t replace my ex with anything. His departure did not leave a gap in my life that needed filled. Just the opposite. His departure was like having a tumor removed.
Perfect answer. My ex was dead weight too, and it was shocking how fast every part of my life improved once he left.
love this analogy!
That’s a perfect description of it. That’s how it was for me too.
Like so many, I bought a new bed and sheets after my kids and I moved out of the family home. I also got a new cell phone and switched providers, just in case. We also got a dog.
Several years after the divorce, I bought a house that suited me perfectly. A few years later, I scaled down my work to semi-retirement and am loving that. Every summer, I take a major trip to someplace unique and different. This last summer, it was Iceland.
For thoughtful listening and unconditional love, I adopted a senior kitty.
For a welcoming homecoming, motion activated lights (outside and inside).
For home repairs, me and YouTube
For travel, Amtrak
For reaching, a step stool, a long handle grabber and a back scratcher
For shared meals, walks and picnics with friends
For personal gifts, I splurge on scented candles and cotton sheets
Omg, the home and car repairs. Can’t tell you how empowering it is that not only I can do all these things but do them as well as FW! When I was married I didn’t have confidence to even replace the batteries!
A whippet and a BMW. Never regretted either 3 years later (5 years since the dumping). Both are beautiful, reliable, a pleasure to spend time with. The ex was none of those things.
I didn’t even realize I missed being touched on my body until I was referred to a massage therapist (male) for a work injury. Now I go every two weeks for maintenance. There is nothing sexual here whatsoever. It’s strictly therapy; however, I have wept sometimes walking to my car afterwards for just experiencing that basic human need for touch without being pressured into a sexual act afterwards.
I replaced my husband on the throne, centrality..with a God who loves me. I replaced chaos with peace. STIs for a healthy body. Replaced tears with joy, control with letting him go. Sorrow with heart healing lies with truth. A packed rat house, with a sweet apartment. False friends for true friends..the list is endless
I replaced FW with happiness, a good night’s sleep (not listening out for his key in the door at 2 am), no longer walking on eggshells, friends (he ran all of them off), loads of travel with solos groups and money in the bank ‘cos he no longer has access to mine!
, friends (he ran all of them off),
Mine did this too, when I was in my late 50s/early 60s. He prided himself on being Mr. Social, yet managed to offend my closest female friends to the point they wanted nothing to do with either of this. I’ve regained one friendship, but the others died or moved away, and it’s hard to rekindle at a distance.
I’m glad you’ve turned around so many things.
That’s how they isolate you, isn’t it. My close friend and neighbour actually apologized to me for not inviting us to her husband’s 50th birthday because “they knew my ex would drink too much and start looking for a fight”! I used to refer to us, as a couple, as social lepers! No more though. I wonder how Schmoopie is liking it!
Mine made such a big deal about how much he did and how tired he was and how clean he was but he didn’t do much. He made money but I still always struggled to pay bills and stressed. I make less than a third of what he did and while I don’t have a lot, I’m ok because no one is sabotaging me.
I can’t think of anything I miss. He didn’t clean and made more work for me. He constantly killed our budget. His compliments were backhanded. The stuff I thought we enjoyed together and had in common were just lies. It’s crazy when I try to find something looking back. I didn’t have to replace anything. It was just better without him.
Yep to the budget bit. Mine was drunk one Saturday (every day in fact, but this happened to be a Saturday) and went out and came home with a $60,000 car on financing. We made good money, but who could keep up with that spending! My kids told me he bought himself a Cadillac and has just recently bought himself a pick-up truck (probably to pick up his weekly booze) to go with it. A car note of around $1,500 per month!
I and my child already had a couple dogs we loved and cared for from my married to ex days with had no plans to add anything else into the dumpster fire that was our life. That being said, the universe decided to gift us a stray dog on the front porch a few days before my birthday – bringing our dog family members up to three. While he’s loud and can make a lot of messes I owe that dog far more than the kibble I feed him for the love he’s brought into our home and the confidence he’s given my son. Our little family now feels balanced, safe, and complete with our three fur members.
I replaced my cheater with peace of mind.
And peace of mind is a treasure that you couldn’t put a price on!
With peace.
I replaced mine with a guy with real hair.
I know that’s not an object, but if we treat ex’s shitty toupee as an object it kind of is.
Lol.
Heeheehee, sounds like a good trade!
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I hate doing floors and all, HATE it! I get the son to sweep them now and he hoovers his own room…after a fashion so, that sort of replaces the X although he hadn’t wanted to do a tap to help out in this house for a long time! Too busy running around after everyone else!
I have often wondered about those Roomba yokes; are they any good for hoovering up human hair does anyone know? Both myself and my son shed our head hair everywhere we go and the only hoover I’ve ever come across that actually sucks up human hair and doesn’t get it all tangled round itself is a Miele Cat and Dog and they cost a bomb, about £800! If the Roomba can deal with our head hair without getting banjaxed, and only costs under 100 quid, I’m getting one!
I hate doing floors and I HATE hoovering most of all!
AN ELECTRIC SOLAR POOLCOVER!! One button on, 1 button off. It was hell putting it together and took assistance from three different friends but it came out perfect and I was so proud! The moment it was running I said “I would have gotten divorced 10 years earlier if I had this.”
I replaced my ex with an incredibly wonderful little Yorkie.
He was actually a gift at 6 mos old from the FW, one of the very last gifts I received from him.
I was really annoyed with the idea of it that day. A puppy for ppl that are two months from retiring?!
I think pets should mostly be planned, not surprised on someone that maybe isn’t ready for that yet in their life.
We were retiring 2016 and moving to our beach house we were building onto in a few months. I had pets to care for my entire life and this was the one time I would have been free of that responsibility for a bit.
We had plans to do a lot of traveling and I was very excited about our new chapter together.
The dog was a replacement for the FW, he already knew he was bailing with the 5 year schmoop I knew nothing about yet and I believe the pup was his way of giving me purpose after his discard of me.
I could have easily resented that pup and gave that bundle of fluff to someone else once I learned of his betrayal. But I was already in love and could never think of parting with him on D day.
He will be 8 years old now Christmas Day. I’ve had many dogs in my 70 years that I have loved, but this one I’ve nutured and love like no other.
He brings nothing to the table but joy and love every day and I could not even imagine how I could have survived these past horrid years without him to love.
He is everything the FW wasn’t. A giver, fun, loving, gentle, playful, amazing road companion, loves all the ppl in my world, wakes up happy every day and thinks I’ve hung the moon for him.
When we lay down in my big comfy queen bed to sleep at night, he snuggles close by my side. I let out a deep involuntary sigh of safety and comfort and deep warmth and he mirrors that sigh which causes me to relax even deeper. I nod off in gratitude and peace.
He is light years a better companion than my ex and he’s up for any adventure with no complaints. My little soul mate I can’t imagine not having by my side.
I didn’t realize how much I was craving a peaceful and safe life.
Dogs are way better companions than FW’s. It was the perfect trade I will always be eternally thankful for.
Maybe the puppy was supposed to be your consolation prize for losing a competition you didn’t know you were in. I got the dog when I broke up with FW. I’m good without him, but I’d be lost without her.
I don’t know if replaced is the right word-nature abhors a vacuum and her absence has been filled in quite nicely by other things.
The major thing has been the permission to pursue my interests and hobbies the way that I want to. There was a lot of judgment(silent and not) for diverting attention away from her and household tasks-this despite get going out of her way at times to show me that she was more interested in schmoopie than in me. I guess the expectation was that I was supposed to sit in silence and suffer while I watched her give my love away.
It did not take long after her departure to realize how cloying all of that really was. I did not give myself permission to do certain things (and took her judgements to heart). The emotional exhaustion from work and the heat death of my “marriage” and the related Pick-me Dance sapped a lot as well. I was doing a majority of the housework and it turned out that she had zero net investment into the house as she was spending her side of the expenses on my credit cards. All I seemed to have energy or permission for was playlists of extreme cleaning videos on Youtube.
With those constraints gone(and admittedly I probably should have been more aggressive about getting things done and “out the door”) I have made some pretty cool advances in my hobbies and interests. It has been amazing what happens when there isn’t somebody in the next room to harumph at money going places other than her aggrandizement or otherwise “devils advocating” against anything outside of the norm that I wished to do or pursue(itself a form of gaslighting and abuse as I am coming to realize-as most people, rhetorically at least seem to use it just to be assholes and to contribute nothing to the actual discourse. Of course all choices and arguments have flaws, genius. “Finding the opposite and taking a non-stance on it” contributes nothing. Get some skin in the game or go home. Ahem.)
I have a list of hobby and personal projects that I started when she left. Without control data for such I’d say I’m doing “very well” in managing all of that mental clutter associated with “unused inspiration” and having tangible success in things I’ve always wanted to do. Not the least of which: during National Novel Writing Month last year I completed my first novel(after struggling for almost 10 years). It’s no “Liars” but I am proud of my 52,000 words.
I start the sequel today.
Have a Fuckwit Free Friday!
That’s wonderful news, Jeff. Good for you.
Congrats on completing your first literary work!
I got membership to AAA. As long as I had somebody to call when I had car trouble I was fine.
My X was a mechanic..so my fear of cars was huge. I found the sweetest guy and shop and I HAPPILY PAY with no need for me to “owe him”. For my X it all led to sex for him. That transactional stuff is OVER! I TOLD my mechanic I was in love with him and every guy who worked on my car. Traded a piglet for a gem
Let’s see, XW’s responsibilities were:
1. Clothing
a. Laundry: It turns out the only thing I dislike about laundry is folding it, so now I listen to an audiobook while I fold, so *Audible subscription*.
b. Purchasing: I really don’t care about clothes; also, it turns out you can easily return kids’ clothes if they don’t fit, so *Amazon*
2. Christmas and birthday presents
a. Also *Amazon*.
3. Travel arrangements:
a. *Google flights* can do everything XW did. To be fair, I no longer need to go to Italy to spend time with her parents so travel arrangements are a lot simpler than they used to be. (If going to Italy sounds good to you, replace “spending a month in Italy” with “spending a month with your in-laws” and you’ll get a more accurate picture)
Actually, the biggest burden since XW left is the additional paperwork: I have to document (on OFW) all the kids’ expenses, teacher meetings, doctors’ appointments, etc. that I had just been doing (with minimal interest on her part, which made it easier to just *do*) for 20 years anyway.
I’m sure that if XW had done more in the household it would have been more difficult. Ironically, it seems that the *less* they do the *more* willing they are to nuke the marriage. (I have a theory that – despite economic theory – sunk costs are not a “fallacy” when people think about social relationships. That is, the longer your history with someone, and the more you have done for that person, the more solid you believe the relationship is. Therefore, the less you contribute to a marriage the more willing you are to walk away from it: since you haven’t spent a lot of time, energy and social capital on your spouse, you’re more willing to toss your spouse away)
“(I have a theory that – despite economic theory – sunk costs are not a “fallacy” when people think about social relationships. That is, the longer your history with someone, and the more you have done for that person, the more solid you believe the relationship is. Therefore, the less you contribute to a marriage the more willing you are to walk away from it: since you haven’t spent a lot of time, energy and social capital on your spouse, you’re more willing to toss your spouse away)”
Agree with this. One of the defining features of FWs is they never sink much of themselves into anyone or anything. That makes it easier to walk away when they are not longer getting the use out of people/situations that they desire.
This was so wise..as my X did less and less with me, with the house with
family.. and focused more on himself…there is not much for him to lose. Just set the timer for him to leave. Even if they USED to be helpful,now it dwindles..another sign of me doing the heavy lifting and him checking out. While I believed I was of more use and more valued, he’s thinking ..let her do it all cause I’m outahere..both cheaters did less abs less as the end was coming.
A barbecue grill. FW used to make fabulous steaks. Haven’t had one in 1 1/2 years. But buying a condo with my settlement and the previous owner is leaving a Weber behind. Karma?!
Barbecue is so much easier than FWs make it out to be! Funny enough, 2 years later and lots of grilling I’m still on the same tank FW left behind. It’s a running joke for my son and I, like mom should we connect our house electricity to this tank to save some money?
BBQ is easy–i learned after my divorce. check out BBQGuys on youtube. fool proof videos on how to BBQ. #happygrilling
A back injury that required hospitalization and surgery. At least he back injury didn’t tell me I was being “soooooooo sensitive”.
I replaced my Cheater with a new husband and three wonderful step-kids. I got the family, love, respect, peace and joy I always wanted. We have a joke in my family that we should send Schmoopie a fruit basket as a special gift. Without her, we wouldn’t have gotten together. 😂
I did get remarried, but that was down the road. I definitely traded up. The gift basket would be great. With a note something like “Thank you for helping me see how much better my life could be”.
I’ve been active in a twelve-step group for six years now, and my sponsor suggested that very thing once when we were out and talking about the holidays over coffee. Then we laughed HARD until we cried.
My sponsor is a red-haired Southerner to the core. She’s a retired Army officer and can swear with the best of them, but she is seriously one of the most balanced, God-loving people I’ve ever met. Some months into getting to know her, she told me that she would KILL any man that ever tried to hurt me again, and don’t doubt her because she’s been trained to do that. LOL.
My ex would be horrified that I hang out with such a character.
I replaced my FW with a home gym, filled with all the equipment a real gym needs and more. Equally inanimate, but oh so much more functional! Not only am I more “hot” and fit than in my 20’s (60 in the spring), but sweating is no longer from carrying his load. The gym equipment doesn’t quit until I do, and it’s silence is never meant to menace. Added bonus, the gym equipment doesn’t leave messes all over the house, nor does is snore loudly in 30 different pitches/cadences all night long. Finally, the gym equipment emits zero flatulence 🤣
Also, my gym is the envy of every new guy I meet, and pictures of it are great conversation starters. Though, credit where it’s due, pictures of my ex-FW and his cumbucket also lead to hilarious conversations; he looks like Homer Simpson and she looks like a bloated Bozo the Clown in heels with talons on her fingers!
pictures of my ex-FW and his cumbucket also lead to hilarious conversations; he looks like Homer Simpson and she looks like a bloated Bozo the Clown in heels with talons on her fingers!
Not dating yet, but I do enjoy telling people that he made fun of the stupidity of men on “Catfish” because “hot babes don’t fall for old geezers,” then immediately sent tens of thousands of dollars to a “hot babe,” who “sounded just like a man” in the only two-minute phone call “she” could manage for two months.
People are fascinated by that and by his various frauds–telling people, falsely, that he’s a veteran, an MD, has two Ivy-League MBAs, and more. He wanted constant recognition and acknowledgement of two world championships that it turned out he never won. People almost always say it should be a movie. I agree. JeffWashington wrote a novel; I should write a nonfiction book and a screenplay.
I replaced living with him to talking about him. Not often, but when I do, it’s fun, because telling the truth shows how ludicrous he is.
I honestly didn’t have the luxury of replacing him with anything. Unless you count just focusing on my job, and taking care of me. I was going to school, working a full time and part time job so didn’t really think of replacing him.
If I dig deep maybe I replaced him with an updated wardrobe that I had to buy on time. I needed better work clothes for interviews and such. But that only consisted of three outfits that were interchangeable, and I bought them from a local department store, so not exactly a huge investment. I had bought a new used car, but I had to buy that to get to work and back.
I got smooth legs! W/FW gone and forced to be responsible for our daughter’s care half the time (which he quickly pawned off on his new wife, StinkyTits, aka “Just a Friend”), I finally had time for some self care. I was always self conscious of the very dark leg hair, and hated the battle with shaving or waxing, one or the other always irritated my skin and left me with ingrowns. Laser hair removal has been amazing! Leg hair isn’t 100% gone, but what is left is so much finer. I can go a whole week without shaving and still put on a pair of shorts or a skirt and not be mistaken for Sasquatch. Also did some electrolysis to zap some pesky chin & lip hairs, no bearded lady here! I wish I had done it sooner, but didn’t have the time, and for years felt like I didn’t have the money due to ex’s gambling debt and his other spending priorities. It’s done wonders for my self esteem, and saved time on my morning routine.
A financial advisor. FW wasn’t around enough to contribute much beside money, and he was stingy with that (no joint accounts, no access or visibility of investments) so most of my income went to bills and kids, meaning I had no substantial savings or retirement. With the idea that we would retire together, I didn’t mind that he managed “his” investments how he saw fit. However when half those investments became mine with divorce, I didn’t have a plan for how to invest. Now I pay someone 1% (cheaper than a FW and his toys) to do FW’s only job.
And honestly, if I had any interest at all in learning about investing, I could certainly replace FW with an app.
The big book of New York Times Sunday puzzles and a “Warmie” (heat up lavender filled stuffed animal). Throw in a weighted blanket and snug as a bug with no drama.
Power tools a particular Dewalt drill, leaf blower and saw. Been building on my collection. Plus, my kitty joined me at night after he was gone. A major win-win. Fix the house and snuggle fur baby at night. Life is good.
I replaced my first cheater with a married boyfriend — my auto mechanic — who I didn’t realize was actually married until months later. I dumped him. And then I replaced him, several months later, with an abuser. So not a winning strategy there.
I replaced the first abusive, Jesus Cheater husband with . . . a peaceful home I rented I and a more reliable vehicle. I tried to come up with what JC was actually good for and I’ve had some difficulty with that. I cannot, off the top of my head, come up with anything he actually did for me or was good for while we were married. He did no cooking, cleaning, laundry, shopping, home repairs or car maintenance. He wasn’t interested in sex or cuddling, and he didn’t want to go to the same movies I wanted to see. We rarely went out to eat or did anything together except go camping, and that was a couple of weeks a years, so not that much. We paid to have the outside work done, except for the snow shoveling which fell to me that winter we lived on the military base until someone called the Base Commander because I didn’t have a walkway shoveled for the mailman. I was working nights and was asleep when the snow started and didn’t wake up until 4 PM, after the mail was supposed to be delivered. JC was away on a temporary assignment, so the shoveling was up to me. Someone complained to the Base Commander, and the fallout from that threatened to be detrimental to JC’s career. So he hired the sergeant’s kids to shovel for us before/after school and I got to pay for that. JC was really good at screaming at me, blaming me for things that weren’t my fault, throwing things at me, throwing me down the stairs or shoving me through walls. The temper tantrums might have had good entertainment value had they not been so terrifying. He was also good at cavorting with Father Steve. I discovered that after I left him with what I could carry immediately following his attempt to murder me. I sneaked back into the house when I thought he would be at work to get some of my things, and walked in on said cavorting.
I replaced the second CAD (Cheating, Abusive Douche) with . . . everything? D-day was two years almost to the day after I retired (because he threatened to divorce me if I didn’t), sold the house and everything that wouldn’t fit aboard our 36 foot sailboat and moved aboard said 36 foot sailboat with our dog. I left with what I could carry (not on D-day, but as soon as logistically possible afterword, although that’s a whole ‘other story) and the dog. I walked to the nearest Enterprise outlet, rented a car — because I no longer owned one — and drove a thousand miles to move in with my best friend whose husband had recently died. I lived with her for 2-1/2 years, got a new job at the age of 64 and worked through the pandemic as a critical care nurse. I retired again last year, after the pandemic was officially over in my city. I now own my own car, condo, furniture, cookware and tableware, and a closet full of clothing, shoes and purses suitable for land life. My dog will be 13 next month. My best friend — the one the CAD never wanted to see because he thought she and her sweet husband were “boring”– lives nearby and we see each other often.
Chickens. Always wanted them but I was persuaded to never get them. Henrietta, Lottie and Queenie, sweetest pets I’ve ever had 😁
Had written a comment here this morning and can’t find it? Did I ever hit post? Well, I lost being handled constantly as I was more like a pet than a woman. I gained my autonomy,I got my body back free of STIs that followed me to several doctors for 2 1/2 years …blamed on me by my cheater. So my health returned within 6 months after No Contact.
I lost 20 pounds of fear and anxiety when it was over.
I got my safety back from sleeping in a room filled with guns of all sizes that were used to intimidate me. Guns under our bed, strapped behind our bed, guns in his sock drawer and in his closet. I left the queen sized bed behind for cheater and his OW and got a new twin xl bed with a heated mattress pad, a thick down blanket with an old fashioned buttoned duvet so I’m ready for winter in a lovely cozy bed. Kept my hamster that he was jealous of!! He said the hamster got more attention than him🐹….really this is a quote. Saved me from caring the rest of my life for a mentally unstable person just like we cared for his mentally ill father for 30 years, bipolar, Adhd and compulsive illness. His dad was hospitalized many times with ECT, meds, outpatient. That would have been me as a caregiver till death do us part.
He was a mechanic years before so I let him do all my car things or rather he insisted as I was not smart enough. Found an incredible mechanic who is helping me learn to do alot for myself. Auto zone guys help too!!! So I lost my fear of car care and have a number to call for any questions!!
Got my faith in God back as He saved me out of abuse in several miraculous ways with human angels. Got myself back from being used as an object 100% of the time ..one of no value while he had many strange relationships.. but used me too. So most of all, I gained my freedom to be me. Since I was not loved and abused. I lost nothing
I got a new home in an area I had always wanted to live, but FW had refused to, citing the commuting distance and that he wanted to be able to take public transportation to work. So we had moved to an area which had good transportation, and naturally, he proceeded not to use it.
After Dday I seized the opportunity ASAP, leveraging his fake remorse to get him on the mortgage but not on the deed. 😁 The mortgage will be paid off from the equity left after the marital home is finally sold. It’s up for sale, but the market is slow.
FW tried to pull a fast one financially, claiming he deserves more money because I’ll have a paid off house but he has to rent an apartment, when he has been living with his girlfriend for months. I figured as much as he did a piss poor job of hiding it and I can spot his cons a mile off now. I know I’m meh, because when he tried to pull that scam off I didn’t even get angry. I just laughed at his stupidity.
Onwards and upwards, chumps. Things are better than FWs, and that includes things that suck.
My FW’s presence in our home was similar to a living inside of a hurricane.
My little boy and I replaced that psychological storm with love, honesty, laughter, and making memories rather than gaining material possessions.
Hasn’t even been a year since GTFO day, but even now I wake every morning and feel safe, secure and peaceful.
I buy things that make my life easier or make me happier now that I’m no longer with my financially abusive, minimalist wannabe cheating ex fw!
I also did IVF and had a baby on my own without him holding me back!