Why is this being bumped? That seems mean. Did something hilarious that didn't involve marital dissolution happen in here?
The beginning is hilarious I don't think she was trying to be mean. These last two stories are sad. I am also willing to participate in an ass whipping GTG for that Mofo who tried to blame his wife for his issues.
Post by LoveTrains on Dec 20, 2014 15:07:26 GMT -5
We got into a fight over Ferguson that ended with him saying "Maybe we should spend time apart," and that I believed too much of the crazy feminist liberal rants of GBCN.
I am happy to report that while I still fly off the handle and operate at about 50% rage all the time, last week, when I snapped at my husband and was unnecessarily ready to brawl, I calmed down and apologized for snapping.
I think he almost fell over from shock. I never back down from a fight. Or apologize.
I am happy to report that while I still fly off the handle and operate at about 50% rage all the time, last week, when I snapped at my husband and was unnecessarily ready to brawl, I calmed down and apologized for snapping.
I think he almost fell over from shock. I never back down from a fight. Or apologize.
Well I will add a new one. Currently in the worst fight we have ever had. Very long story short DH has been inappropriate with our nanny on and off for a year. Now he claims he's seeking attention from her because he's not "getting something from me". I am so done. I have supported his ass in every way for 10 years. He is the broken one, not me. We have counseling on Monday and we are going to have it OUT.
DH has let go of the cold dorm idea. That is a big negatory. We're having three people stay in our guest room and then we're hosting an alumni BBQ at our house.
Our worst fight would be our next fight, because we've never had one. DH will not fight. He can't handle confrontation. On the occasions where we've gotten a little snappy with each other, he apologizes before it escalates. It kind of pisses me off, but then I have to step back and realize that my disapproval over the way he loads the dishwasher is not a big deal in the grand scheme of things.
My fight on page 1 continues to be our worst, by far, but I thought we were going to try to up it the other night. I was ready. MH used to be awesome about helping out with the kids, but now he works a million hours and is never home. I have been really good about not complaining even though I hate it. I even flew home on that horribly long flight with the kids while he stayed another week to work. Not only did I have to do the flight by myself, I'm now parenting by myself (bc my family is useless) and dealing with the time change and crappy sleep every night. I'm beyond exhausted. So H finally flies home and that evening the kids wanted him to do their bath. So I handed him the soap and was going to just leave the bathroom. He did not accept the soap and said to me, "really?" I guess I was supposed to feel sorry for him because he was tired from the flight. This scene happened:
But he took the soap and avoided a physical attack.
My fight on page 1 continues to be our worst, by far, but I thought we were going to try to up it the other night. I was ready. MH used to be awesome about helping out with the kids, but now he works a million hours and is never home. I have been really good about not complaining even though I hate it. I even flew home on that horribly long flight with the kids while he stayed another week to work. Not only did I have to do the flight by myself, I'm now parenting by myself (bc my family is useless) and dealing with the time change and crappy sleep every night. I'm beyond exhausted. So H finally flies home and that evening the kids wanted him to do their bath. So I handed him the soap and was going to just leave the bathroom. He did not accept the soap and said to me, "really?" I guess I was supposed to feel sorry for him because he was tired from the flight. This scene happened:
But he took the soap and avoided a physical attack.
Oh, I've had that exact "really?" Bathtub fight and you couldn't have chosen a more perfect GIF!
H jerryrigged a lamp in the bedroom, and I couldn't turn it back off because my hands were all greasy from lotion so I asked him to come do it for me. And he said "Just wipe your hands on a t shirt. You're a big girl, you can do it yourself" and I was all "Excuse me?? Why the fuck are you speaking to me like a child?" And he proceeded to tell me it was "irrational" for me to need help turning off a lamp plus he had just made me popcorn what else did I WANT from him so I yelled "EVERYTHING I FUCKING DO IS FUCKING IRRATIONAL TO YOU!!" and slammed the bedroom door.
This was 20 minutes ago.
OMG I can't communicate with DH anymore because when I try to reason with me he says my reaction is irrational. I am a very common sense person and strict to the facts so I'm not sure what is irrational about me. We are not in a good place right now.
To answer OP we have stupid fights and I can't remember the last big blow up. Whatever it was, it was probably me being irrational LOL.
We got into a fight over Ferguson that ended with him saying "Maybe we should spend time apart," and that I believed too much of the crazy feminist liberal rants of GBCN.
I'm sorry. I would be really upset if my DH ever said he wanted to spend time apart.
We had a good one this afternoon. He spent way more than we agreed on his hobby this month and I accused him of being a lazy, pathetic teenage boy in a grown man's body.
Post by schitzengiggles on Dec 20, 2014 23:47:08 GMT -5
I once got so angry and fed up in the midst of a huge heated argument that I threw a box of cereal on the floor. I mean....with force. I found cereal for weeks after...under stuff and what not. LOL
We got into a fight over Ferguson that ended with him saying "Maybe we should spend time apart," and that I believed too much of the crazy feminist liberal rants of GBCN.
What?!?!
No. Seriously? I'm so, so sorry. This is a terrible thing for your h to say. I really hope you guys can work this up. ::hugs::
Post by StrawberryBlondie on Dec 21, 2014 4:06:15 GMT -5
Not too long ago, I proposed a solution to a cat-related issue. Almost immediately, he said no and gave me a laundry list of stupid reasons why it wouldn't work.
Cue his mother coming over. She suggests literally the same damn thing and all of a sudden its a good idea and we'll have to try it.
He swears he was basically just smiling and nodding because she wouldn't shut up. But I know his smiling and nodding face and intonation and that wasn't it.
We got into a fight over Ferguson that ended with him saying "Maybe we should spend time apart," and that I believed too much of the crazy feminist liberal rants of GBCN.
I'm sorry. I would be really upset if my DH ever said he wanted to spend time apart.
We got into a fight over Ferguson that ended with him saying "Maybe we should spend time apart," and that I believed too much of the crazy feminist liberal rants of GBCN.
What?!?!
No. Seriously? I'm so, so sorry. This is a terrible thing for your h to say. I really hope you guys can work this up. ::hugs::
I was beyond angry and just walked away. We don't always agree politically and he is going through some serious depression. I am hurt and saddened by the fact that he doesn't seem to "get" white privilege, amongst other things. We have since agreed to no longer talk about it, but now I'm sad that we are so far apart on this. He said that to me the week before Thanksgiving and we have since moved on. But it was incredibly hurtful and I don't think he realizes it. Being depressed about your job doesn't give you the right to take it out on me - especially when I have the world's most shittiest boss right now.
LOLOL and so I felt bad about blowing up and came out and apologized to him, and then told him that I was asking for his help not demanding it. And he was all "well I didn't hear that part, I just heard you tell me to come turn off a light". And so I said "Yeah, well...you don't really listen to what I say sometimes. You just tune me out, and it makes it difficult for me."
AND THEN HE TURNED AROUND FROM THE SHOW HE WAS WATCHING AND LITERALLY SAID "WHAT? I WASN'T PAYING ATTENTION."
THIS IS REAL LIFE, PEOPLE. WE ARE A FUCKING REAL LIFE PRIME TIME SCRIPTED SHOW. CUE THE LAUGH TRACK.
Oh and then I was like "Do you understand where I'm coming from though?" and he was all "Yes, I do, and I appreciate it, because it was irrational..." and I'm like "...uh, no, I wasn't talking about when I apologized, I was talking about when I asked you to pay more attention to what I was saying and not talk to me like I'm a child."
WHY WOULD I ASK IF YOU UNDERSTOOD MY APOLOGY, H. WHY ARE YOU DOING THESE THINGS TO ME. THIS IS WHY I SWEAR SO MUCH.
H and I had to stop going to a wine bar that we used to frequent because it had bad mojo or something and we fought every time we were there.
The worst one was me telling him that I didn't matter to him because our lives revolve around his family. Which is true, but that's only because I don't speak to my mom, my dad's an asshole, and the rest of my family lives in other states.
We hissed at each other in the wine bar for almost a half hour, got the check, and progressed to full blown screaming at each other in the car. I had a panic attack I think. I was shaking and I couldn't breathe and I asked him to let me out of the car and he wouldn't. I lost my shit and hit him, then jumped out of the car at a light and tried to find a cab, forgetting that we moved to the middle of nowhere with no public transportation. I was a sobbing, hiccuping, mess wandering around aimlessly, and I had to fend off helpful cops and a town drunk before H managed to find me and coax me back into the car.
He also pissed me off so badly one day I started jumping up and down on one of his suits and proceeded to slide it across the floor like it was a magic carpet. At the end I had jumped around so much I looked like a troll doll.
I don't care how old this is, I will laugh at this FOREVER! Hahahaha!
He also pissed me off so badly one day I started jumping up and down on one of his suits and proceeded to slide it across the floor like it was a magic carpet. At the end I had jumped around so much I looked like a troll doll.
I don't care how old this is, I will laugh at this FOREVER! Hahahaha!
This may be one of my all time favorite mental images from this board.
Our fights pre - counseling were very different from our fights now, post - counseling.
DH doesn't say what's bothering him until he's ready to explode and it turns into a huge fight thay could have been just a small discussion if he would have said something from the start. I used to let that bother me but now if I know something is bugging him I ask, if he doesn't want to discuss it I move on and remind him it will not become a fight in a week.
Most of our disagreements stem from housekeeping. His idea of "cleaning" is shoving shit into a drawer/cabinet/closet and then vacuuming. I like to put things away where they belong so it takes me longer. He thinks I don't manage my time well. And then it usually spirals from there.
No. Seriously? I'm so, so sorry. This is a terrible thing for your h to say. I really hope you guys can work this up. ::hugs::
I was beyond angry and just walked away. We don't always agree politically and he is going through some serious depression. I am hurt and saddened by the fact that he doesn't seem to "get" white privilege, amongst other things. We have since agreed to no longer talk about it, but now I'm sad that we are so far apart on this. He said that to me the week before Thanksgiving and we have since moved on. But it was incredibly hurtful and I don't think he realizes it. Being depressed about your job doesn't give you the right to take it out on me - especially when I have the world's most shittiest boss right now.
I'm so sorry. I liked your post above because I thought you were joking around because of your mention of gbcn. I didn't realize that this was a serious fight. I apologize for hitting the like button and making light of what is a tough situation for you. Sorry!!! Being depressed definitely does not give him the right to take it out on you. Hugs.
One of the biggest ones was after our failed IVF last year (whoa, it is has been a year?!?!). I had a meltdown of all meltdowns. He said he needed to lose weight, I said I was a failure. It is was a big yelling match. Also, we had not had sex in close two months so lots of emotions going on.
Before that, it was mostly related to cleaning the house and the "chores." I hired a cleaning person and it has been fine ever since.
The one that keeps getting us into petty fights is the asking for help; especially with me needing help to get dinner started. He does not want to ask b/c he thinks I will yell at him. I mentioned when you see me in the kitchen, just assume I need help. Yes, I know, I should not assume. We are working this out to where I will ask him if he can help do xyz. It seems to be working so far.
Post by lyssbobiss, Command, B613 on Dec 22, 2014 8:32:58 GMT -5
We had a fight at the store on Friday about the Sony hack that resulted in some super awkward shopping while we weren't speaking to each other. Neither of us are big screamers. We get cold and silent.
"This prick is asking for someone here to bring him to task Somebody give me some dirt on this vacuous mass so we can at last unmask him I'll pull the trigger on it, someone load the gun and cock it While we were all watching, he got Washington in his pocket."
Our biggest fight recently involved DH wanting to go to Golden Corral and me saying I'd run to the store for breakfast food instead. It turned into us having a screaming match at 7am about how I fail at grocery shopping. Even though I ask him every week if he would like me to pick him up anything, and he is a grown ass man who is allowed in grocery stores, according to him we've been together long enough that I should just know what he likes and buy it for him. Also, I suck as a wife and because I don't cook enough meat. I meal plan, shop and fix dinner all by myself for his four kids 6 days a week. I've never wanted to punch someone in the face before this moment.
Seriously, who voluntary eats at Golden Corral vs. homemade breakfast?