My Husband Made Me Cry At Christmas
and I love him for it
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Hello Red Cabbage People,
Isn’t that a weird title? Bet it got your attention though! Maybe I am learning to write better titles after all.
Now I don’t like surprises. A little hard on others around Xmas and birthdays, I am aware of the difficulties my proclivity accords. I like to know the presents I am going to get are going to be okay. I spent years masking my reactions and trying to make sure I made the people who gave me presents feel happy at my reaction. Gift giving and receiving can be very stressful. This year I realised my husband had spent rather a large amount of money I didn’t know about. (Disclaimer, I’m the one who does all the checks and balances in our finances, I always have been, so this wasn’t unexpected.) When I asked him what it was, he said mine and his mums Xmas present. Oh my! What on earth could my MIL and I have in common enough to get the same present? And it was personalised so couldn’t be returned if I didn’t like it. I worried. I really did.
Come Christmas Day, and I was faced with opening it in front of him, so I steeled myself to put on an excited smile no matter what. What greeted me as I opened the protective cardboard moved me to tears. I’m not sure how he did it, but the gift in front of me was perfect. How I stopped from howling I’m not sure, but the adults kids were also there and I felt I needed to keep my composure. That present brought up so many memories and huge, huge feelings. What could do that you ask? And rightly so you ask. It was this.
An ordinance survey map of the home I lived in when I met my husband. It was the one place I had felt safe in my later teenage and early adult years. I actually really, really loved the place. I still have a Rightmove alert on for if it ever comes back on the market. If I had the money I’d buy it straight away.
I have so many happy memories there. (And a fair few not so good once Mum passed and the stepwitch moved in.) That map, brought back so many feelings. How happy I was there, how wonderful it was that my children and my husband shared in it, how devastated I was at my mum’s death, how angry I was at my father for not being the one that died, how angry and disappointed I was at him for moving her in so soon after the funeral. But the happy memories definitely outweigh the bad. Everything came to head seeing that map and it was all I could do to save my tears for leakage later that night when I couldn’t sleep.
So my husband made me cry and I love him greatly for it.
Till next time my dears. Ta-ra Tamsin
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What a gift 💛.
How lovely 💕 totally get that about presents!