Those little annoying traits of the other half
Discussion
- hair grips in every conceivable place
- make-up marks on towels
- hand/make-up/cream marks on the passenger arm/door handle area of my car
- not dealing with post
- leaving all her make-up out constantly ("I'll need it tomorrow")
- never replacing toilet roll
- thinking that towels somehow wash themselves, whilst washing clothing items seemingly every day
- putting sweet wrappers back in the box/bowl/tin and not in the bin
- make-up marks on towels
- hand/make-up/cream marks on the passenger arm/door handle area of my car
- not dealing with post
- leaving all her make-up out constantly ("I'll need it tomorrow")
- never replacing toilet roll
- thinking that towels somehow wash themselves, whilst washing clothing items seemingly every day
- putting sweet wrappers back in the box/bowl/tin and not in the bin
4737 Carlin said:
You are not aware of the 12 hour clock and post meridian times? Seriously?
Whoosh?2:30
Two Thirty
Tooth Hurty
Ref: every crap dentist joke since before the beginning of time.
On topic: my wife does most of the ones listed so far, but I care not a jot. She's awesome and in a rare moment of introspection, I realise that I also do a fair amount of those so we're probably well matched.
LeftmostAardvark said:
4737 Carlin said:
You are not aware of the 12 hour clock and post meridian times? Seriously?
Whoosh?2:30
Two Thirty
Tooth Hurty
Ref: every crap dentist joke since before the beginning of time.
Shopping trolleys and spatial awareness...She is brilliant in most respects, however she doesn't seem happy looking at an item in the supermarket unless she is using the trolley to block the whole isle. I spend the whole time we are shopping moving the f
king thing out of peoples way!!
That and taking twenty minutes to choose a clothes conditioner, involving taking the top off and sniffing all thirty different makes.......then buying the same one we have been buying for twenty eight fecking years!!!!
king thing out of peoples way!!That and taking twenty minutes to choose a clothes conditioner, involving taking the top off and sniffing all thirty different makes.......then buying the same one we have been buying for twenty eight fecking years!!!!
My biggest gripe is her insisting on using the window glass on my frameless doors instead of the door handle. She'll even release the door with the handle and then pull it the rest of the way open by the glass.
Second one is using her feet to kick open the door from inside. My speaker grilles are now brown instead of black and no amount of car interior shampoo can remove the mud stains.
Last one is crumpling up little balls of kitchen paper and leaving them everywhere in case she "needs to use them again to wipe something up"!
Second one is using her feet to kick open the door from inside. My speaker grilles are now brown instead of black and no amount of car interior shampoo can remove the mud stains.
Last one is crumpling up little balls of kitchen paper and leaving them everywhere in case she "needs to use them again to wipe something up"!
Back seat driving.
Asking for my advice and doing the opposite. Always ends up with her doing the wrong thing, blaming me for the outcome of something when advised to do the opposite and denying that she ignored my advice.
Not understanding the silent treatment principle. I'd much rather have the silent treatment than the constant argument seeking and shouting put forth.
Magical moving objects. My items moved from a draw into another draw and her denying it was touched.
The man shed. I leave it tidy. I leave it organised. I return from work occasionally to find that my household items are dumped all over the interior. These items that belong to me are usually our children's toys, boxes of her st and other items she doesn't want to throw away just yet. She now complains that the shed needs tidying up and I need to sort out and throw away. She just shifts mess from the house to the shed and leaves me to actually clean.
Telling her that the car needs an item replacing. This ranges from servicing, gaskets... general components that I replace myself. She agrees to me doing the work and then decides on days set aside for this, that I can't do it because I'm leaving her alone for a few hours. Then when I tell her I'll send it to a garage, she refuses and tells me to do it. Then when I go to do it, she complains that I'm leaving her alone............
Using my shower gel and my razors.
Using the last piece of toilet roll and NOT replacing the roll.
Unleashing WW3 in the house in a bid to find that debit card or sometimes her phone. After hours of shouting at me and the kids and sometimes crying in despair, she finds the items in one of the vast pockets of her coat or handbag and quietly moves it to an item I checked and pretends that I didn't look correctly.
Trying to send me back to a shop to get an item she didn't want at the time but decides after we've got home and settled down, she wants.
Leaving her mobile phone on silent or in a room a few miles away from her location, so I can never get hold of her. If it's regarding a decision I need to make with her input, whilst out and I leave it till I've spoken to her, I'm wrong. If I take the common sense approach and decide, it's wrong. Don't ever dare mention her phone being within earshot though, that is argumentative and critical.
Living in fantasy land and not the real world.
Refusing to let me cook, ever. When arguing, using the fact that I never cook as some form of weight to an argument about being lazy.
Never apologising to me, ever.
Asking for my advice and doing the opposite. Always ends up with her doing the wrong thing, blaming me for the outcome of something when advised to do the opposite and denying that she ignored my advice.
Not understanding the silent treatment principle. I'd much rather have the silent treatment than the constant argument seeking and shouting put forth.
Magical moving objects. My items moved from a draw into another draw and her denying it was touched.
The man shed. I leave it tidy. I leave it organised. I return from work occasionally to find that my household items are dumped all over the interior. These items that belong to me are usually our children's toys, boxes of her s
t and other items she doesn't want to throw away just yet. She now complains that the shed needs tidying up and I need to sort out and throw away. She just shifts mess from the house to the shed and leaves me to actually clean.Telling her that the car needs an item replacing. This ranges from servicing, gaskets... general components that I replace myself. She agrees to me doing the work and then decides on days set aside for this, that I can't do it because I'm leaving her alone for a few hours. Then when I tell her I'll send it to a garage, she refuses and tells me to do it. Then when I go to do it, she complains that I'm leaving her alone............
Using my shower gel and my razors.
Using the last piece of toilet roll and NOT replacing the roll.
Unleashing WW3 in the house in a bid to find that debit card or sometimes her phone. After hours of shouting at me and the kids and sometimes crying in despair, she finds the items in one of the vast pockets of her coat or handbag and quietly moves it to an item I checked and pretends that I didn't look correctly.
Trying to send me back to a shop to get an item she didn't want at the time but decides after we've got home and settled down, she wants.
Leaving her mobile phone on silent or in a room a few miles away from her location, so I can never get hold of her. If it's regarding a decision I need to make with her input, whilst out and I leave it till I've spoken to her, I'm wrong. If I take the common sense approach and decide, it's wrong. Don't ever dare mention her phone being within earshot though, that is argumentative and critical.
Living in fantasy land and not the real world.
Refusing to let me cook, ever. When arguing, using the fact that I never cook as some form of weight to an argument about being lazy.
Never apologising to me, ever.
Mrs Muttleysnoop said:
Einion Yrth said:
Mrs Muttleysnoop said:
lord trumpton said:
Another belter is a driving based trait. Generally she's a good driver....however
Say she's in the middle lane on the motorway and is wanting to move to the fast lane to overtake she will have her hand perched on the indicator stalk and look in the side mirror until it is safe. THEN she will put the indicator on and pull out.
I often tell her its best to check and then put on the indicator as its likely someone will allow her to pull out or at least be aware of her intentions. She thinks thats wrong though.
Fast lane ???? Surely you mean lane 3 on a motorway,Say she's in the middle lane on the motorway and is wanting to move to the fast lane to overtake she will have her hand perched on the indicator stalk and look in the side mirror until it is safe. THEN she will put the indicator on and pull out.
I often tell her its best to check and then put on the indicator as its likely someone will allow her to pull out or at least be aware of her intentions. She thinks thats wrong though.
He did say she was in the middle lane on a motorway.
So a two lane motorway the outside lane would be lane 2.
The complete inability to move anything heavy with the assistance of another person. This is immensely frustrating, but I suspect it's a woman thing rather than just my other half.
Example: Moving a heavy box upstairs. Not so heavy that you're both struggling to lift it, just heavy enough that it's not a one man lift. With guys, it's very simple: You grab one end each, and then you just know when to start, or to stop, or to wait a second whilst one person turns a corner. With my wife, it's bloody impossible. She either waits for me to literally tell her when to put one foot in front of the other, then when I do I get it in the neck for telling her the obvious. Turning said corner becomes impossible, and a full-on argument is almost a certainty at some point during the moving of the box.
I will NEVER understand this. Leaving make-up everywhere, tidying my stuff away into places I'll never find it, tears as a last resort not the first: To some extent, I get those. Being unable to figure out the physics of something as simple as moving a box with more than one person, nope, that's beyond my comprehension.
Example: Moving a heavy box upstairs. Not so heavy that you're both struggling to lift it, just heavy enough that it's not a one man lift. With guys, it's very simple: You grab one end each, and then you just know when to start, or to stop, or to wait a second whilst one person turns a corner. With my wife, it's bloody impossible. She either waits for me to literally tell her when to put one foot in front of the other, then when I do I get it in the neck for telling her the obvious. Turning said corner becomes impossible, and a full-on argument is almost a certainty at some point during the moving of the box.
I will NEVER understand this. Leaving make-up everywhere, tidying my stuff away into places I'll never find it, tears as a last resort not the first: To some extent, I get those. Being unable to figure out the physics of something as simple as moving a box with more than one person, nope, that's beyond my comprehension.
read5458 said:
Unleashing WW3 in the house in a bid to find that debit card or sometimes her phone. After hours of shouting at me and the kids and sometimes crying in despair, she finds the items in one of the vast pockets of her coat or handbag and quietly moves it to an item I checked and pretends that I didn't look correctly.
wow - just wow.....
God forbid - you have proven this to yourself? and you put up with this?
IMHO this is an incredible level of deceit, it's bad enough to do it to you, but to visit this on the kids as well...
Good luck
She will never use a drinking glass more than once. For example, we'll settle in for a movie and she'll have a glass of water. Halfway through she'll go to get another, leaving a half empty glass on the coffee table. Another half hour later, she'll be off for another new one. By the end of the film she'll have 3 half empty glasses of water sitting on the table. Which are then left there until I take them into the kitchen to wash up. She'll also only ever drink half a cup of tea. She will then go and make another in a fresh cup whilst leaving the half empty one wherever she happened to be. You leave her alone for the day and you'll come home to maybe a dozen half empty cups and glasses scattered around the house.
I've recently started working evenings, so rarely do I eat meals at home. I'll grab lunch on the way in and then eat dinner at work, and I'm not a breakfast person. But for some reason it's my fault that the kitchen at home is always in a complete state and I have to clean it all up. She'll make her dinner and then just leave everything on the worktops. Chopping boards, knives, vegetable cuttings, empty tins and packets, dirty saucepans... Several half empty glasses of water. If I'm away for a few days I'll come home to several days worth of this crap all piled up. She will just not do the washing up off her own back until she's either run out of cutlery or it starts smelling too bad.
But worse than all of that, is that she'll leave used tissues everywhere. And I mean everywhere. On the floor in the living room. On the floor in the study. On the desk in the study. On the sofa. On the worktop in the kitchen. NEXT to the bin in the bathroom. On the floor in the bedroom. IN BED. And worst of all, in the door pockets in the car which drives me insane. Just put them in the bloody bin! She will never re-use a tissue either, so even if she's just wiping her nose she'll have to get a new one for each wipe which just exacerbates the problem. We go through a box of tissues a day during hayfever season. God help me if she ever gets a cold!
I love her really though.
I've recently started working evenings, so rarely do I eat meals at home. I'll grab lunch on the way in and then eat dinner at work, and I'm not a breakfast person. But for some reason it's my fault that the kitchen at home is always in a complete state and I have to clean it all up. She'll make her dinner and then just leave everything on the worktops. Chopping boards, knives, vegetable cuttings, empty tins and packets, dirty saucepans... Several half empty glasses of water. If I'm away for a few days I'll come home to several days worth of this crap all piled up. She will just not do the washing up off her own back until she's either run out of cutlery or it starts smelling too bad.
But worse than all of that, is that she'll leave used tissues everywhere. And I mean everywhere. On the floor in the living room. On the floor in the study. On the desk in the study. On the sofa. On the worktop in the kitchen. NEXT to the bin in the bathroom. On the floor in the bedroom. IN BED. And worst of all, in the door pockets in the car which drives me insane. Just put them in the bloody bin! She will never re-use a tissue either, so even if she's just wiping her nose she'll have to get a new one for each wipe which just exacerbates the problem. We go through a box of tissues a day during hayfever season. God help me if she ever gets a cold!
I love her really though.
Hooli said:
Ekona said:
tidying my stuff away into places I'll never find it
Sounds familiar if it's followed by saying 'I haven't moved it'.
Keys, ipads, they all move 5 seconds after you put them down. I used to think I was losing my marbles...
akz0rrr said:
But worse than all of that, is that she'll leave used tissues everywhere. And I mean everywhere. On the floor in the living room. On the floor in the study. On the desk in the study. On the sofa. On the worktop in the kitchen. NEXT to the bin in the bathroom. On the floor in the bedroom. IN BED. And worst of all, in the door pockets in the car which drives me insane. Just put them in the bloody bin! She will never re-use a tissue either, so even if she's just wiping her nose she'll have to get a new one for each wipe which just exacerbates the problem. We go through a box of tissues a day during hayfever season. God help me if she ever gets a cold!
This is exactly what my girlfriend does, it reads as if I wrote it myself. I HATE getting in my car after a weekend away etc to find the passenger side pockets stuffed with manky tissues. And I think she must believe she has a magic bin by the side of her bed that empties itself of tissues once a week (along with the ones the inevitably fall down the side and all over the floor) as she has NEVER emptied that bin since I've lived with her.Gassing Station | The Lounge | Top of Page | What's New | My Stuff