Anyone else's wife faff about un-necessarily?
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Monkeylegend said:
DRFC1879 said:
Me time. That's another thing they don't get isn't it.
I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
That's not faffing, it's smothering.I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
dme123 said:
Monkeylegend said:
DRFC1879 said:
Me time. That's another thing they don't get isn't it.
I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
That's not faffing, it's smothering.I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
It's my birthday next Tuesday and we're driving to the UK that day to help the outlaws who aren't in the best of health ATM. Anyway, my wife's all guilty that it's my birthday and she has an opportunity to go out with girly mates she hasn't seen for years... I'm not bothered! She rarewly goes out and I'm happy she can this time. I'll go to the pub with my brother, get bladdered and have a kebab. ACE!
My wife doesn't FAFF!
DRFC1879 said:
Ha! Perhaps that came across a bit wrong. I do still have a season ticket for the Mighty Donny Rovers and when I fancy an away trip I buy the tickets first and tell her later so she can't say no!
I think I was wrong with smothering, more controlling, especially the 10 min bath time restriction, what are you thinking about letting her do that 
DRFC1879 said:
Me time. That's another thing they don't get isn't it.
I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
She obviously wants to spend all her time with you the man she loves. You can either play along or take drastic measures like having an affair. You mentioned needing to go into the bathroom with her when he has a bath ? Well if you don't like that you can drop your guts while she's in there. That way she will not want you to be in the bathroom at the same time as her again. If your feeling romantic you could even name the turd after her. I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
With regards to going out with your friends, tell her that you enjoy their company and want to keep your friends. Say that she bores you sometimes and you'd rather nail your penis to a wall than give up on your friends.
My solutions are hard but fair. They will definitely sort out your issues.
dme123 said:
Monkeylegend said:
DRFC1879 said:
Me time. That's another thing they don't get isn't it.
I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
That's not faffing, it's smothering.I can't relax in the bath without being asked a million pointless questions then being told to get out after ten minutes because she's bored. Then when she's in there I usually think something along the lines of "Nice one, I can watch the snooker for half an hour without being told to turn it off." Five minutes later I get the shout "Come and talk to me while I'm in the bath. So I end up sitting on the bog lid making crappy small talk about nothing while straining my ear to hear whether Ding Junhui has cleared up or if that difficult red on the cushion has scuppered his break.
It's the same with socialising.
I love the missus and all that but I can't nip out for a jar on a Friday with a few blokes from the street without getting a massive guilt trip about "leaving" her. "What am I going to do while you're out?" and all that nonsense.
On the rare occasions she goes out with her mates (after deliberating over it for weeks and on the off chance that she doesn't back out at short notice again!) she starts justifying it up front.
"You've remembered I'm out with Gert tonight haven't you but you did go to the pub last Friday so it's only fair..."
Seriously, I couldn't give a monkey's. It's not tit-for-tat. She can go out whenever she likes. I'll play some poker, read a book, catch up on Gold Rush, Top Gear, Pornhub whatever.
DRFC1879 said:
Don't give up on the lad... keep inviting him to things even if you don't think he'll go. If the WAGs are friendly, they might ask his missus "How come Dave wasn't at such an event etc."
Been trying for years, she was always pretty awful before they got married and weirdly he seemed to almost want to slip into the role of the henpecked husband. Maybe it's down to wanting to emulate what you saw at home with your own parents, it sets your expectation for a relationship. She's always tried very subtly to alienate him from his family to. Sadly this sort of thing is far from unusual.
King Herald said:
.....then the wife gets up and says "can I come with you"....... I'll just have a quick shower.....
Ten o'clock we finally leave, I am stressed, annoyed, because this my a little 'me' time I had planned and I am too soft to tell the wife that I didn't want her along.
Ten o'clock we finally leave, I am stressed, annoyed, because this my a little 'me' time I had planned and I am too soft to tell the wife that I didn't want her along.
Me said:
.....then the wife gets up and says "can I come with y.................."
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Edited by Mothersruin on Tuesday 11th July 15:38
My wife and I are incompatible on decorating. I like things done right: sand flat, wash down with sugar soap, apply paint thinly, feathering off horizontally and vertically for a good finish. She likes things finished yesterday.
I was decorating a room 25 years ago.
Wife: "Is it done yet?"
Me: "No"
Wife: "When will it be finished?"
Me: "Well there is still a lot of work to be done"
Wife: "Can I help?"
Me (against my better judgement): "I suppose you could paint the skirting board."
I show her how to apply the paint and feather it off. I move to paint the door. I have just about finish one panel of the six when...
Wife: "I've finished that. What can I do now?"
Me: "What? You can't have... Christ! What have you done woman? There are runs everywhere. You've missed bits. That's appalling. I'll have to wait till it dries, and start again."
Wife has massive strop because I've had a go. I have a massive strop because she's messed up. She has a more massive strop because I'm taking so long.
Decided at that point that DIY would not be employed in our house for any home improvements. Instead we'd do GTMI - "Get The Man In".
I was decorating a room 25 years ago.
Wife: "Is it done yet?"
Me: "No"
Wife: "When will it be finished?"
Me: "Well there is still a lot of work to be done"
Wife: "Can I help?"
Me (against my better judgement): "I suppose you could paint the skirting board."
I show her how to apply the paint and feather it off. I move to paint the door. I have just about finish one panel of the six when...
Wife: "I've finished that. What can I do now?"
Me: "What? You can't have... Christ! What have you done woman? There are runs everywhere. You've missed bits. That's appalling. I'll have to wait till it dries, and start again."
Wife has massive strop because I've had a go. I have a massive strop because she's messed up. She has a more massive strop because I'm taking so long.
Decided at that point that DIY would not be employed in our house for any home improvements. Instead we'd do GTMI - "Get The Man In".
AstonZagato said:
My wife and I are incompatible on decorating. I like things done right: sand flat, wash down with sugar soap, apply paint thinly, feathering off horizontally and vertically for a good finish. She likes things finished yesterday.
I was decorating a room 25 years ago.
Wife: "Is it done yet?"
Me: "No"
Wife: "When will it be finished?"
Me: "Well there is still a lot of work to be done"
Wife: "Can I help?"
Me (against my better judgement): "I suppose you could paint the skirting board."
I show her how to apply the paint and feather it off. I move to paint the door. I have just about finish one panel of the six when...
Wife: "I've finished that. What can I do now?"
Me: "What? You can't have... Christ! What have you done woman? There are runs everywhere. You've missed bits. That's appalling. I'll have to wait till it dries, and start again."
Wife has massive strop because I've had a go. I have a massive strop because she's messed up. She has a more massive strop because I'm taking so long.
Decided at that point that DIY would not be employed in our house for any home improvements. Instead we'd do GTMI - "Get The Man In".
So you pay for a man to exactly what you did?I was decorating a room 25 years ago.
Wife: "Is it done yet?"
Me: "No"
Wife: "When will it be finished?"
Me: "Well there is still a lot of work to be done"
Wife: "Can I help?"
Me (against my better judgement): "I suppose you could paint the skirting board."
I show her how to apply the paint and feather it off. I move to paint the door. I have just about finish one panel of the six when...
Wife: "I've finished that. What can I do now?"
Me: "What? You can't have... Christ! What have you done woman? There are runs everywhere. You've missed bits. That's appalling. I'll have to wait till it dries, and start again."
Wife has massive strop because I've had a go. I have a massive strop because she's messed up. She has a more massive strop because I'm taking so long.
Decided at that point that DIY would not be employed in our house for any home improvements. Instead we'd do GTMI - "Get The Man In".
Sounds like a form of divorce, but at least one where you get to stay in the house
Antony Moxey said:
AstonZagato said:
I like things done right: sand flat, wash down with sugar soap , apply paint thinly, feathering off horizontally and vertically for a good finish.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who has no idea what this is about?OH and DIY. Irritations no2, you've half finished the job, doing it properly, when you hear "Don't mean to be picky but..."
Now it may be a valid or completely spurious observation but that ain't half irritating. Especially when you know that the alternatives are so dodgy, a) let her do it results in bridges, half finished when frustration at difficulties results in it being left or b) get a man in, costs a ton and results in comments like they don't put the care in like when you do it yourself do they.
So it's back to diy and "Can I just say, not being picky or anything but..."
Antony Moxey said:
AstonZagato said:
I like things done right: sand flat, wash down with sugar soap , apply paint thinly, feathering off horizontally and vertically for a good finish.
Please tell me I'm not the only one who has no idea what this is about?I was a painter for twenty years though
Wife. "Why does it take you so long to do things, when they do it all in a few days on TV"
Me. Get beer, watch TV, or, take dog for a walk
A few years ago, came home to be told a decorator was going to do the lounge in 1 week @£750. 6 months later, entire house decorated, new central heating, and some wiring. Cost +£5,000. It was me that did it though. Properly.
Me. Get beer, watch TV, or, take dog for a walk
A few years ago, came home to be told a decorator was going to do the lounge in 1 week @£750. 6 months later, entire house decorated, new central heating, and some wiring. Cost +£5,000. It was me that did it though. Properly.
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