Hey, hey, Waffle gang, I do hope you are well.

My name is Mark and today we're checking out some more relationship stories.

Starting off with a Christmas one, it'd be in December 1st and all.

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And today's first story comes from my husband, 39 male, is weirdly anal about our Christmas

tree and is starting to piss me, 35 female, off.

And it comes from Bring Us Figgy Pudding.

Okay, posting with a festive throwaway just in case.

Anyway, my husband and I have a really great relationship slash marriage and we have two kids.

A five year old and a two year old.

I'm also four months pregnant with our third.

Despite being an atheist, my husband loves Christmas.

I'm not as into it, but hey, he makes it fun.

But for some reason, decorating our Christmas tree is the area in which his worst uncompromising

tendencies come out.

Husband thinks that the tree has to be decorated in a very exact way,

or else it will look horrible, very precise layers of glass ornaments, lights and tinsel,

and yeah, it does end up looking great in the end. The problem is that he won't budge with

his efforts to achieve the perfect tree for the kids or anything else.

The five-year-old has been asking his father to help decorate the tree, but my husband says no,

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