A couple of years ago M bought me a pair of waterproof rain pants. They were a lovely dove gray and were meant to replace a pair that I had been wearing for years that were finally giving out. He bought them so I would look proper when we went out on the boat – appearances must be kept up at all costs. He admonished me that they were “yachting clothes” and not to be worn working in the yard.
Recently he bought me a new rain coat (black – which I hate) to replace the nice one that has begun to leak. The coat is too small, by three sizes. I like to wear a sweater and a coat with the rain coat over the top of everything so that I can be warm as well as dry, but he has never liked that look – it makes me look like the other wives and girlfriends – fat. And you know how he feels about that!
I had been storing my rain gear in a cordura bag in the back room. A couple of weeks ago he commented that I really should hang up my rain gear so it didn’t wear along the creases as it sat in the bag. Fine. I hung it up. He stores his in a bag, but I guess that’s different.
The other day he came home with a pair of rain pants (black again) that he declared just weren’t going to work for him. He had me try them on. They will do, but are not lined, are not as good a fit, are inferior in every way to the gray pants.
“They’ll do for you. Would you like to trade for the gray ones?”
“Good! I took the gray ones the other day when it was raining so hard and they’re on the boat – I didn’t have any dry gear to wear.” He has three sets of rain gear and assorted odd pieces that would have worked just fine, but seeing my nice gray pants hanging there was just too much to resist.
End of discussion. Yet another “gift” that he took back or replace with something inferior so that he could have the best stuff. I haven’t looked yet to see if he has taken anything else back…What a dick!