I got a bath towel from a past girlfriend once for Christmas. That was it, just the towel.

A marriage license, oh wait I had to pay for that. And pay, and pay.

My second husband's two sisters gave me peanut brittle for Christmas, every
year we while were married.

I have a severe peanut allergy.

Mothers Day 2008 or 2009. I had let my ex know I wanted a flower bed built in the back yard. My ex has a Xian Hymnal website. That year he wrote an Easter hymn. He used music from another hymn and wrote new words. Nothing about mothers or love or children. He dedicated that hymn to me on his website. When I opened the envelope and read the words and the dedication I almost barfed. He should not have quit his day job and I hate poetry anyway. I said "thank you." and changed the subject. In our divorce I specified that my name had to be taken off his website. Gag me, freaking gag me. I filed for divorce a few months later

A lap dance from some one who was not at all at tractive.
Although, my friends who paid for it got a good laugh.
I made them buy all of my drinks that night.

I got a car one time. We had opened gifts at home and there wasn't one for me. Then we drove out to his parent's house and on the way past the shop he said "there's your present, that car" and pointed to an old car. I don't think it was even a month later he sold it.

Thought you'd appreciate this given your worst gift ever.It's where my normally heighted (is that a word?) colleagues put the step stool in our school storage closet.

I would love it if someone got my short ass a stool.

In a Yankee swap, I ended up with a device to measure the distance to the next hole by narrowing in on the fLag they stick in the hole. I've never golfed.

An excuse. Got one of them pretty much every year from the ex.

For Christmas or by birthday, I can't remember which, from my sister I got her used panties. They were wrapped up in a box with tissue paper like they were new, and they were too big. That took frugality too far.

I'm sorry . That is just a little bit funny.

Well, do you use it ???

I dated a man for near 6 yrs .. I don't think he ever got me six gifts . I don't celebrate Xmas so he was happy about that I guess , but nothing for birthdays or just something ? One year he got me a device to hook up both of my dogs and walk them w one hand .. I don't know y he thought I need a free hand while walking my babies . The man wasn't cheap other ways . Just cheap and not thoughtful w me I guess . Or simply enough , did not loved me . And I am smiling ?

As you get older... you don't care for gifts anymore... give me money... That's what I do. Let them buy what they want, use the money as they feel fit. My son gave me a guitar as a BD gift... a righthanded guitar... I am lefthanded!!!! Geeks really Suck at Gift Giving!!!! My sister bought her husband... the same shirt twice within a year... He didn't used it the first time!!!! Second time will be a charm? Nope. A GF back in my College days (70's) gave me a very beautiful and expensive spoon and chalice emulating catholic church for consumption of cocaine. I never liked cocaine!!!!

For my birthday, my boyfriend took me to the Pendleton Woolen Mill in Oregon. Willy picked out a pattern and plaid fabric for me to sew him a shirt.

I was appalled. When I left Willy three years later, the unused fabric and pattern were still in his trunk.

Ex-girlfriend gave me a can of spray on waterproofing for shoes.

My ex-MIL gave me a box of rocks for Christmas one year. It was a hot stone massage kit, but I'm not a big fan of the receiving massages... So the gift was a box of rocks to use to give her son massages? That's a gift for him, and it's still a box of rocks.

A spitoon. Need I say more?

A leather bound fricking Bible!!! Although the pages do make great rolling paper!!!

Nothing. On my 50 th Birthday, the guy I was living with went out drinking with another woman. Nothing unusual. By that time I was sleeping in the guest room. Funny I honestly don't care about gifts any more.

My ex once gave me a Mickey Mouse snow globe for Christmas. I always thought it was because I gave no gift, but she forgot that I bought her round trip flight to Kenya.

I don't really care all that much about gifts. I'm not a spectacular gift giver myself, so I really don't have much in the way of expectations, and I'd like the same grace given to myself... BUT the first holiday gift my (ex)husband gave me (in 1981) was a puce jogging suit and jump-rope. He was very into "fit" girls, and I was not "fit" enough for him. This was his way of helping me to be someone I was not.

I was 5'6" and 120 pounds, but still too fat for him. His gift giving didn't improve much from that over the decades, but as I said, I don't really care about gifts. Some people just don't have the knack, and I admit to being one of them... But there are some gifts you can easily take as an insult.

I remember being disappointed that he felt I needed improvement and couldn't be celebrated for something likeable about me.

A waterpik

"You gave me dirt!" Tony protested for years. He had a point.

Tony, my brother-in-law, loved gardening and had just bought a house. I'm a gardener, too.

For Tony's Christmas present, my husband and I excitedly assembled three large, decorative, clay pots, a gift card for Home Depot, Miracle Grow fertilizer, and a large bag of potting soil.