In a place called 'fantasy land' I like to imagine giving bm (Twat Waffle) a gift for the holidays. I've mentioned it to dh numerous times to which he always replies, "Don't waste our money on her." Agreed, of course. But I still like to imagine all the wonderful things I could give her, in a passive-aggressive way, that would say Merry Christmas you soul-sucking, happiness stealing, money grubbing, nosey twat.

Here are a list of my favorites:

1) A thesaurus and dictionary (since she spelled gnats knats in an inter-office email three times)

DH is a douche-canoe. We seem to go through this every year at this time. DH manages, much like my asshat ex-husband, to suck the ever-loving joy out of the holidays. He mopes. He sighs. He acts like a teenage girl with a love sick crush. And it's because he isn't a "unit" anymore with ss. He longs for the day when he and ss and bm were one family.

A migraine headache with his Disney Dad parenting....

Ok Steptalkers, finish it up. We have 11 more complaints or festering wounds that can fill up the song. I could surely do it myself but why wallow in my own misery alone?

Dh can be a great husband for 11 months of the year but with Christmas approaching he kicks up his guilty daddddddy parenting and pity party for his special snowflake cod.

So bring on the eggnog and be sure there's plenty of whiskey in it for me...

The double standard that seems to prevail is one thing, but the lies are quite another. Early on in our relationship dh lied about several big things regarding bm and ss, thus I have always been apprehensive to say the least when it comes to trusting him.

I believed we had turned a corner and things were greatly improving... Until this morning. I check our bank statement daily, as we are on a budget and the holidays are coming. I notice a charge of $30 for books at a bookfair at ss's school.