Post by gerberdaisy on Mar 24, 2016 8:32:09 GMT -5
H and I have fought about what we would do if we won the lottery. Specifically how much we would give to family and friends. He wants to give away our pretend fortune!!!
Whether for the show title "Law and Order" "law" means the police and "order" means the court stuff, or the reverse.
It has never been resolved. The first time it got super heated and I accused him of being a condescending jerkwad.
Clearly "Law" means the police and "Order" means the District Attorneys because that's how they introduce the show . . . ""In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. The police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories." What is there to argue about?
H made the mistake of telling me, weeks into our marriage, that he thought he was smarter than me after a game of Trivial Pursuit that he won in one turn. Almost 10 years later, I think we're safe in saying he knows he was wrong.
Our most recent fight was over this ridiculous massive mirror by the front door. Like, it's the size of the wall pretty much. No one needs that much mirror unless they are in a gym or ballet studio. I kept it up for far too long just to keep him happy because the giant mirror is like his baby. He's weird. Anyway, I told him I was planning to take it down and replace it with a smaller mirror and framed pictures of the kids.
He started to argue that there should be a mirror there. I was like, I JUST said there be a smaller mirror there. Then he went on about how come he never gets a say, and I was all like because you have no taste. He'd hang antlers and scotch tape pictures to the walls. Or band posters. He even went as far as Googling feng shui to prove a point. Then I snapped because OMFG I DON'T CARE ABOUT FENG SHUI AND ANYWAY THERE WILL STILL BE A SMALLER, LESS TACKY MIRROR GET A GRIP H. This went on for a day and a half, and at one point I threatened to leave and he can keep the stupid fucking mirror
Then he was like omg I don't even really care. Wtffff. So. That was one of our most stupidest fights ever.
Whether for the show title "Law and Order" "law" means the police and "order" means the court stuff, or the reverse.
It has never been resolved. The first time it got super heated and I accused him of being a condescending jerkwad.
Clearly "Law" means the police and "Order" means the District Attorneys because that's how they introduce the show . . . ""In the criminal justice system, the people are represented by two separate yet equally important groups. The police who investigate crime and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders. These are their stories." What is there to argue about?
PREACH.
My husband is so so wrong. No one agrees with him. We even had our mutual friend act as mediator on a conference call (for real) and she sided with me. He still will not relent.
Post by peachmojito on Mar 24, 2016 8:45:57 GMT -5
A good recent one was my desire to get a beta fish for our two year old. He seems to really like fish and I want one and we have the tank, gravel, etc. from previous fish. We already have two cats and a dog and a toddler, a beta isn't going to add any sort of extra work to the household (I would be caring for it anyway). My H was like NO. NO MORE LIVING THINGS. When I said I was just going to get one anyway it was all YOU NEVER CARE ABOUT ANYTHING I WANT, YOU JUST DO WHATEVER YOU WANT AND I NEVER GET A SAY. Ok man, I'll hold off on the fish...? Get a grip.
Post by Mrs. ChanandlerBong on Mar 24, 2016 8:49:11 GMT -5
Ours was over laundry.
I sorted out the whites and left to do an errand. Came home and he'd put them in the washer...on warm...with all of his multi colored boxers. Because to him "whites"= underthings. To me "whites"= white clothes. All of my stuff came out dingy and slightly pink. This was in 2003. #stillpissed
Post by thedutchgirl on Mar 24, 2016 8:50:35 GMT -5
Early on, STBX and I had a fight about whether it was sherbet or sherbert. We walked to the convenience store where the sherbet for sale proved I was right.
We also had a famous incident around the drinking game asshole (I refused to play with him or his sister ever again), but I'm sure that was fueled by the alcohol.
My H brought home Pepsi instead of Coke when I was pregnant because it was on sale. I cried for an hour.
We've had plenty stupid fights when I'm not pregnant, but usually I don't threaten divorce over them.
No, that's legit whether or not you're pregnant. Pepsi is some goddamned swill. "I'll have a Coke?" "Is Pepsi okay?" "HELL NO, IT'S NOT OKAY."
DH totally found out the hard way I'd rather have nothing than a diet pepsi. This is why he now usually goes to Home Depot, who carries Coke products, and not Lowe's, who sells pepsi.
I threw a rotisserie chicken at H inside of a motor vehicle when he lied to me, in a big way. It was a bad time. I did eat some of the chicken off of him.
How to fold towels. He does it wrong. They don't fit as well in the closet when he folds them. I told him he was folding the towels wrong, so he picked up all the laundry he folded and threw it on the ground. Dude, the rest was fine. I was just going to refold your wrongly folded towels. He still folds them wrong. I just correct it after it's all put away now.
Post by fluffernutter on Mar 24, 2016 9:15:25 GMT -5
We had a huge fight over pretzels. I was pregnant and irritable. H was eating very hard, crunchy pretzels and making a lot of noise. I was convinced that he was doing it to irritate me. It ended in me storming upstairs and dramatically throwing myself on the bed to cry. Haha!
How to fold towels. He does it wrong. They don't fit as well in the closet when he folds them. I told him he was folding the towels wrong, so he picked up all the laundry he folded and threw it on the ground. Dude, the rest was fine. I was just going to refold your wrongly folded towels. He still folds them wrong. I just correct it after it's all put away now.
Our biggest fight was over how to fold towels too. In the end, H realized that my way is better and that's how he folds them now.
Our second biggest fight was over what we would do if we ever won the lottery. Like that would ever even happen!
omg, we got INTO IT over the huge powerball a few months ago; arguing over whether or not we would use a private jet. i screamed at him that i just didn't understand his lack of caring/respect for the environment. he couldn't understand why we wouldn't just use one all the time. WASTEFUL AND UNNECESSARY, JERK! i also started calling him mariah carey at some point because his lottery winning self would be such a diva.
another huge fight we had years ago was over spanking. he was spanked and he turned out just fine! i pulled up some anti-spanking research and read aloud, at some point also threw in, "your brother was spanked and look at what a shitbag he is!" we don't even want kids. never have. this was an argument over whether or not we would spank NON-EXISTENT kids. that we will NEVER, EVER have.
H forgot to pick up cream cheese wontons and I cried and cried and cried and said I couldn't eat my beef Lo mein without the wontons. He said I was being silly and I told him he obviously forgot on purpose.
I still LOL about it. It was when we were engaged.
another huge fight we had years ago was over spanking. he was spanked and he turned out just fine! i pulled up some anti-spanking research and read aloud, at some point also threw in, "your brother was spanked and look at what a shitbag he is!" we don't even want kids. never have. this was an argument over whether or not we would spank NON-EXISTENT kids. that we will NEVER, EVER have.
We have had this fight too! And also do not even want kids. But it was the same. He was spanked and he is fine. He also made the claim that parents are too soft these days and that is why kids are brats. They need to be spanked. My research didn't count for shit against his anecdotal, biased evidence in his mind. Man, it's getting me all mad again!
We also got into one over circumcision. I am anti, he thinks the kid would be teased. I think every kid will be teased at some point anyway. GAH! I tried to make him watch Penn and Teller's Bullshit over circumcision, but he refused.
It's probably a good thing we aren't having kids...
Another pregnant one: DH was working late one night and I had been thinking ALL DAY about how I was going to go home from work and eat a can of spaghettios for dinner. I literally thought about it all day long. I got home and realized that HE TOOK THE FUCKING CAN OPENER TO WORK. Our ONE can opener. I was devastated and so fucking pissed at him.
He bought a can opener to keep at work from then on.
When I was around 6 weeks pregnant, H cleaned our (tiny - 650 sq ft) apartment with bleach while I was at yoga. I got home and the smell was so terrible I completely flipped out and went and sat in my car and sobbed and sobbed, lol.
We also had a huuuuge blow-out about him hiding his porn-watching from me like a month after we got married. It's so, so ridiculous to look back on now because I have done such a 180 on the subject, but at the time it was the worst fight we'd ever had.
We had a fight about how he puts our DD's books away. There was a certain way I did it so they all fit and look nice. He didn't do it that way. I ended up redoing it.
Another pregnant one: DH was working late one night and I had been thinking ALL DAY about how I was going to go home from work and eat a can of spaghettios for dinner. I literally thought about it all day long. I got home and realized that HE TOOK THE FUCKING CAN OPENER TO WORK. Our ONE can opener. I was devastated and so fucking pissed at him.
He bought a can opener to keep at work from then on.
We have three can openers. It doesn't make much sense, but reading your post, it's very reassuring to me
We have an ongoing fight about where to store our emergency supplies. I think they should be in the laundry room, which is small but has enough room for us to sleep, has a toilet and running water, and would be easier to seal off in the event we need to shelter in place. He thinks they should be in the adjacent large unfinished storage room, and we can just kick through the wall if we need to use the toilet.
Our latest stupid fights are over Words with Friends and how dare I play a word right where he was planning to or how it's BS that some of my words are words at all. He is such a baby when I beat him so I've threatened to stop playing and then he wants to fight about that, too.
Post by clairedunphy on Mar 24, 2016 10:15:04 GMT -5
When I was pregnant, I had my husband buy me some hazelnut liquid coffee creamer (Coffee Mate) on his way home from work. I was looking forward to having it in my coffee the next morning. Instead of refrigerating it, he put it in the pantry. The next morning when I discovered this I was livid. Like totally went hysterical, crazy mad, tears, yelling, the whole 9 yards. Over imitation coffee creamer.
Pregnancy fight for me, too. I was so, so hungry and so, so sick. DH tried to get me to eat a banana because all I wanted was toast and we didn't have any bread. I just remember screaming at him that I didn't want the fucking banana, and then I threw it at his head.