I'm in tears, I have been for hours now. My husband of 2 years is absolutly driving me nuts. He has 5 kids who I accepted when we got married. Well I work and yet I did ALL the shopping for the kids, their significant others and the grandchild. I did all the wrapping and I cleaned the house as best as I could before having to go into the hospital for PNEUMONIA! So I spent days in the hosp. extremely sick and got out in time to 'do' Christmas with the family. Well we did our celebration tonight at 5 pm. I bought a grill for my husband and many other gifts, I spent a fortune because I actually had some money and this is the 1st time I've gotten him a 'big' gift. (the grill was $700). So after all of the kids did their gifts and we ate, I had my husband come out to the garage to see his grill (since I couldn't hide it). And he joked "Oh, I wish I was getting a big screen tv", ok, my feelings were hurt but I put that aside.
Well then he wants me to open a gift from him....a robot vacuum. Yeah, it cleans the room by itself. Not impressed. So I tell him, in front of the kids "You can return that." To me that gift ranks up there with mud flaps. Um, thanks but no thanks. So what am I good for...cleaning the house. Point taken.
So after the kids leave I ask him to open the rest of his gifts and he tells me "No, I'm tired" that is fine, but I would like for him to just open what I got him, we dont' have to do the exchanging of gifts (I got him stuff to go along with the grill). Well he won't open a thing. I know I hurt his feelings about the robot sweeper but my feelings are hurt as well that the sweeper is the best thing he can think of even though we've been married for 2 years. So its not the gift but the complete lack of thought that he puts into things. So he told me to shove the grill up my A**. And I've cried ever since.
I have put so much work into this holiday and I had to finish the shopping and wrapping today, between IV's and feeling like crap. My feelings are hurt so bad that he thinks "I ruined Xmas" last year was just like this too, a huge fight on Xmas. I hate this. This should be a great holiday for us considering I just got out of the hosp. in time to be home. And now I feel like all my hard work is for nothing! As he tells me I ruin everything. And then he left and I have no idea where he is.
So here I am Xmas eve, sitting alone in my house...crying.
Do you think I'm over reacting? My heart is breaking!
I hope your Christmas is better than mine!!!!!
:brokenheart
Well then he wants me to open a gift from him....a robot vacuum. Yeah, it cleans the room by itself. Not impressed. So I tell him, in front of the kids "You can return that." To me that gift ranks up there with mud flaps. Um, thanks but no thanks. So what am I good for...cleaning the house. Point taken.
So after the kids leave I ask him to open the rest of his gifts and he tells me "No, I'm tired" that is fine, but I would like for him to just open what I got him, we dont' have to do the exchanging of gifts (I got him stuff to go along with the grill). Well he won't open a thing. I know I hurt his feelings about the robot sweeper but my feelings are hurt as well that the sweeper is the best thing he can think of even though we've been married for 2 years. So its not the gift but the complete lack of thought that he puts into things. So he told me to shove the grill up my A**. And I've cried ever since.
I have put so much work into this holiday and I had to finish the shopping and wrapping today, between IV's and feeling like crap. My feelings are hurt so bad that he thinks "I ruined Xmas" last year was just like this too, a huge fight on Xmas. I hate this. This should be a great holiday for us considering I just got out of the hosp. in time to be home. And now I feel like all my hard work is for nothing! As he tells me I ruin everything. And then he left and I have no idea where he is.
So here I am Xmas eve, sitting alone in my house...crying.
Do you think I'm over reacting? My heart is breaking!
I hope your Christmas is better than mine!!!!!
:brokenheart