Tis the season of goodwill to all men......and I'm trying hard to extend some goodwill to Mr H, although he is trying my patience to it's absolute limit.
He doesn't like Christmas, he thinks it's an expensive waste of time and money, he doesn't see the point of a tree, or any decorations. Before we moved in together, he never had a Christmas tree, despite having young children, and he gave them one present each, no stocking fillers or fun things.
In fact no fun at all really. This lack of fun, lack of joy is hard to bear sometimes. I suppose it's partly that Christmas upsets his routines, his plan of how things should be at any given time.
I love Christmas, and refuse to let him put a dampener on it for me, we have a real tree, even though it will just be the two of us for the big day itself, with various offspring and their partners visiting before and after. I like buying little fun gifts for him, even though he will open them without comment and put them in a drawer, never to be seen again, this happens every year but still I keep trying! I will get no surprises from him, I chose and ordered my present from him in august and he has put it away to be given to me on Christmas Day.
Tomorrow I am off on a day trip to a Christmas market with 3 girlfriends, and absolutely no husbands! I can't wait. I'm so looking forward to browsing round, without someone impatiently tapping their foot behind me. We will be having lunch out and several coffee and cake stops. Mr H, of course, despite not getting into the Christmas spirit at all, doesn't really like the idea of me gallivanting about without him, and keeps trying to control the trip from a distance......telling me what to do; " keep an eye out for pickpockets, don't get separated from your friends ( I'm 60, not 6!) don't miss the bus back...." And the final straw last evening "you'll have to ring me and let me know what you have for lunch and where".
I lost patience and said " I'm not ringing you unless there's an emergency, and I expect the same from you, I'm looking forward to this day out and I don't want half-hourly updates on your day" ( he has a habit of ringing me to tell me what he's eaten, that he has a headache/ stomach ache etc)
I knew as soon as I'd said it that he would sulk, we didn't speak for the rest of the evening - which was bliss!
Merry Christmas everyone xx
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