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My ex used to do the Homer Simpson trick and gift me things he wanted for himself. Often it was something he knew I didn't want.
For example, I didn't want a laptop in the house. The kids were younger and it would be harder to monitor their internet usage if they were on a laptop versus the desktop I had purposely set up in a spot where we could easily glance at the screen when they were on it. (This was before tablets and smart phones were common.)
Also, I didn't want a laptop because I'm a huge nerd who will lose hours to the computer if it's in my lap comfortably on the couch rather than at a desk. I knew this about myself and was trying to limit my internet usage.
Also, we were broke and struggling to pay bills, and a laptop was an unnecessary luxury.
He talked about getting a laptop for months and months. I kept arguing against it. So of course, that was my Christmas gift from him that year.
Normally how it went was that he would gift me something and then after a few months, it would just magically become his (he gifted me a nice car stereo one time and after a few months just upped and put it in his car, for example). I knew that was his plan... I was so fed up that I used the shit out of that laptop out of pure spite... Didn't share the password... Put it away every night I went to bed... Took it with me when I traveled without him...
Anyway. Nothing shittier than receiving a Homer Simpson bowling ball.