Holidays were the worsts. EVERY single one was ruined. Birthdays, Christmas, whatever. He would throw a fit about having one. Then he would “go to work”, after asking the same questions, “What time is everyone coming?”, the he would return at that time. Complain again. Take shower. Put TV on. Lay on couch. Mostly not acknowledging my family. Then he would join reluctantly. But NEVER without negative comments.
16 years. Hell.
Diary of a Mad White Woman 