The Man told me, today, that's he's taking the kids to buy me a Christmas present and I went ballistic.
I haven't received a gift from the man since The Mother's Day he moved out, and before that, it was the Christmas I was pregnant with our daughter.
I was so horrified that he'd be doing that whole 'let's buy something nice for Mummy' scene with the kids - and it wouldn't mean anything?
It was such a slap in the face.
I was thinking it's almost certainly an overreaction but I just took it so personally.
You buy gifts for people you care about - he can't tell me he doesn't care about me and then play 'Secret Santa' with the kids when I'm working, every day, to make sure they know we're not going to be together and that they'll still be ok.
He doesn't buy presents for his other ex. Fuck, he hasn't even bought the kids a Christmas present since they were born - I always organised the gifts because he hated spending money or planning ahead.
Maybe I'm just offended that he'll wait till I'm gone to put time into things I thought was important.
Whatever - all I know is I don't want a bullshit, pity present and I do not want the kids thinking Daddy feels good things about me, because he doesn't.
It's all just crap and I wish Christmas didn't exist this year.
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