O , ZERO, NOTHING, NADDA .. Scottdouche was like the Grinch who stole Christmas, and believed that adults do not need nor deserve any gifts, including his woman.. Money saving was the number one priority and any gift that was materialistic was considered a waste of money… It’s not that he was poor and couldn’t afford to buy anything, he just Didn’t want to spend his Money. For Christmas he didn’t get me anything that I had asked for, and got me a set of pans and knives when he knew specifically that I did not like to cook, nor did cook, as a hint that I should learn how to cook for him. He even went out of his way to buy cooking lessons, yet could not buy me one small item that I told him I would have liked. He thought it was a thoughtful thought, I thought it was just cruel to sit all night and watch my whole family open presents one after another, save his for last, and after all the anticipation and waiting, it was exactly what “I DID NOT WANT.” Opening up the pans and knives left tears in my eyes, as I had spent hundreds of dollars on his gifts.
The rest of the night was left awkward and in silence. We went to sleep without even saying, “Goodnight,” to each other. When morning came and he had still not uttered a single word to me, I then decided to say sarcastically say, “Maybe I can cook everyone Christmas breakfast with my new pots and pans.” Scottdouche jumped out of bed in anger, showed me his two middle fingers and silently cursed at me, grabbed his stuff (because we were visiting my parents), threw it in his suitcase and left… On Christmas morning.
On My Birthday
A year into the relationship, for my birthday, after still receiving nothing, I has asked Scottdouche to please buy me a collection painting that I had wanted for 6 years. Now this was a print, I would never expect him to buy an original, with his abundance of money in the banks, it was just a simple print worth less than $300. Scottdouche told me he would buy me the present and on my birthday weekend decided to skip town to a different state for a “so-called business meeting.” What he forgot to mention to me was that he invited a woman that was friends with one of my close friends to hang out with him, thinking that word would not get back to me. After he returned and I confronted him, he denied the whole story, as a typical pathological liar would do, and decided to take me out of town the following weekend to make up for missing my birthday. When we got to the hotel room he gave me a card and a bottle of Caymus, which he had sitting in his kitchen since I met him, from someone that gave it to him…
The card read “My Love,” and inside it talked about how grateful he was for having me for the woman I am and adding love to his life. Inside the card was a printed out, on a computer letter 8.5″ x 11″, picture of the painting I had requested. He told me that the painting had not arrived on time, even though my birthday was a week before that. Six month later I still never received the painting and the bottle of Caymus was still standing in his kitchen unopened…
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