We always fight about the cutting board by the sink. It's a solid wood cutting board made by his uncle. Super thick. It lives next to the sink. H will put dirty glasses on it, food, cut meat, vegetables AND NEVER WASH IT. I always tell him I won't eat whatever touched this board. And he thinks I am overreacting. Fine.
Speaking of towel grossness since this seems to be a theme with my H.
He really is an otherwise SUPER clean person so I still scratch my head with this one. When we first started spending the night at each others places, I smelled the WORST mildew smell. I know you ladies know what smell I am talking about. I went to the towels in his bathroom and every fucking one reeked of mildew. I pulled them all off their racks and went to look for other towels to replace them and he had NONE. You guys. I dont know when he ever cleaned his towels because I never saw him do laundry.
I was so grossed out that I asked him what the f was up with his towels. His response? "Oh I don't actually use those or anything. Maybe dry my hands or somethin...They're for decoration."
Me: Wut? then why do they smell? Him: They don't smell. What are you talking about?
That was the day I discovered that he cannot smell mildew. His senses CANNOT SMELL STANK because he was in an accident and it messed with this sense of smell.
Oh yeah, food, lol. He's really weird about processed food, or like, cream of crap casseroles. One time we had a blowout fight because I was going to serve green bean casserole at Christmas dinner. Don't eat it, then! Something with such an easy solution is just too hard for him to comprehend. And, surprise! Everyone loved it, even him.
FTR I love cream of crap stuff. But on easter a few years ago I sent him to the store to buy ham and he came home with a CANNED ham CANNED. I was like "Um wtf is this" and he said that is what his mom made. I was like UM HELL NO.
HUGE FIGHT
Hahaha. I think the reason my h was so anti green bean casserole was because sil made it once and it was a soggy mess that somehow smelled like farts. I was like, OK, you KNOW I'm a better cook! Then he tried it and said it wasn't what he was expecting at all.
But we fought hard about that green bean casserole. This was 4 or 5 years ago.
Post by sparkythelawyer on Mar 24, 2016 15:52:44 GMT -5
Whether or not my lack of interest in learning MOTHERFUCKING SANSKRIT was indicative of a lack of interest on my part in the concept of lifelong learning.
He was on a real roll that day, and is lucky he did not get punched.
Post by sparkythelawyer on Mar 24, 2016 15:53:42 GMT -5
Oh. OH.
And towels. Oh yes. The day my husband used our nice, monogrammed, TOWELS YOU ONLY PUT OUT WHEN COMPANY IS COMING OVER to clean up the mess from a leaky toilet. It was not a pretty day.
We always fight about the cutting board by the sink. It's a solid wood cutting board made by his uncle. Super thick. It lives next to the sink. H will put dirty glasses on it, food, cut meat, vegetables AND NEVER WASH IT. I always tell him I won't eat whatever touched this board. And he thinks I am overreacting. Fine.
This would actually make me angrier than the wet towels in the sink.
Speaking of towel grossness since this seems to be a theme with my H.
He really is an otherwise SUPER clean person so I still scratch my head with this one. When we first started spending the night at each others places, I smelled the WORST mildew smell. I know you ladies know what smell I am talking about. I went to the towels in his bathroom and every fucking one reeked of mildew. I pulled them all off their racks and went to look for other towels to replace them and he had NONE. You guys. I dont know when he ever cleaned his towels because I never saw him do laundry.
I was so grossed out that I asked him what the f was up with his towels. His response? "Oh I don't actually use those or anything. Maybe dry my hands or somethin...They're for decoration."
Me: Wut? then why do they smell? Him: They don't smell. What are you talking about?
That was the day I discovered that he cannot smell mildew. His senses CANNOT SMELL STANK because he was in an accident and it messed with this sense of smell.
Whether or not my lack of interest in learning MOTHERFUCKING SANSKRIT was indicative of a lack of interest on my part in the concept of lifelong learning.
He was on a real roll that day, and is lucky he did not get punched.
Am I understanding this correctly? You did not want to learn Sanskrit, therefore you have no interest in lifelong learning? I'm doing this to your husband's argument right now:
And towels. Oh yes. The day my husband used our nice, monogrammed, TOWELS YOU ONLY PUT OUT WHEN COMPANY IS COMING OVER to clean up the mess from a leaky toilet. It was not a pretty day.
Oh...oh no...
This is probably the reason I have not spent the money on nice towels yet. I don't trust my husband enough to not commit this mortal sin.
Post by aussiecrush on Mar 24, 2016 16:27:55 GMT -5
We have an annual fight over having a live or fake Christmas tree. By the end it turns into an argument over family tradition, the environment, mushrooms in the carpet and aphids hatching on Christmas Eve. It's no wonder Christmas is my least favorite holiday.
Most of our stupid couple fights happen when I'm not watching my boundaries (or when I'm stupid drunk).
One of the most stupid fights we ever had (that I will never ever forget) was when we were first married and both of us were craving cheese steaks. The only place to get them was Publix. We weren't even three months married, and I was still new to the area, but I was okay to drive and he wasn't. Well I knew where the Publix was, but I wasn't familiar with the parking lot so I didn't know how to avoid the speed bumps.
I had never, ever had a fight like that in my life. I was crying in public. The poor deli lady making the sandwiches for me (H had stormed off to get chips) just shook her head and told me she was sorry. Fuck it was awful at the time, but thinking back on it... it was so fucking stupid.
H and I once got into a furious fight over using a laundromat while on vacation. I was 10 weeks pregnant, feeling super nauseated all the time, and absolutely lost my mind when he refused to take a bag full of our dirty clothes to a full-service laundromat to be washed, dried, and folded while we toured around Bath. He wanted to hang out for a few hours in the laundromat to do it all ourselves because that was cheaper. WE HAD THE EXTRA $10 TO PAY FOR FULL SERVICE, FFS!
I stormed out of the B&B and spent the next three or four hours wandering around town because I was so furious at him. He took the clothes to the full service laundromat. We never spoke of the incident again.
When I was first married my husband asked me to pass him the cheese. I had just bought a lb of American cheese. I HUCKED it at him. I don't know why I threw it so hard. he looked up and BAM it hit him in the face hard. He was convinced that I did it on purpose and he stormed out angry. He was mad for weeks.
Whether or not my lack of interest in learning MOTHERFUCKING SANSKRIT was indicative of a lack of interest on my part in the concept of lifelong learning.
He was on a real roll that day, and is lucky he did not get punched.
Am I understanding this correctly? You did not want to learn Sanskrit, therefore you have no interest in lifelong learning? I'm doing this to your husband's argument right now:
...like Sanskrit is the only thing in the world.
Oh yes. Fucking Sanskrit. A 10,000 year old dead language. It was a banner day in the house of Sparky.
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.
Ok, so if you have to stay confined and you opt for the unfinished storage room, what happens when the security of the room with the toilet and running water is compromised before you've kicked through the wall? Then you're super fucked. Your H is WRONG WRONG WRONG.
The only way he has a valid point is if you guys get real, super serious about this and just take down the wall now so it's already one room in case of emergencies like this haha.
Right?! His plan is especially terrible because the sink, toilet and washing machine are on the wall that's shared with the storage room. So he's going to kick through it and hope he doesn't bust a pipe in the process.
And towels. Oh yes. The day my husband used our nice, monogrammed, TOWELS YOU ONLY PUT OUT WHEN COMPANY IS COMING OVER to clean up the mess from a leaky toilet. It was not a pretty day.
Or the brand new towels I got at my bridal shower and he then used to clean up spilled beer and messes at his bacherlor party. Omg.
Umm...I am not proud of this one. H and I "broke up" for about 6 hours over a mechanical pencil. It was my junior year and his senior year in college and I let him borrow the pencil. It was about 7 years old at that point. He temporarily misplaced it and I flipped out on him for not caring about my pencil enough. He broke up with me because I was being ridiculous and I went crying back to my dorm. Later that night he apologized (?) and we got back together and we're living happily every after!
Oh, and the pencil is still kicking at 16 years old!
When we went to Tahiti for our 5th anniversary we got into a huge fight about the cost of food (which was hella expensive). We'd gone to a kind of nice Italian restaurant our first night on Moorea and I ordered a salad, entrée, and dessert. He was lecturing me the next evening about how I couldn't do that again because it was too expensive (and it was expensive, but we could afford it just fine) and that maybe we should eat the snacks we brought in our room instead of going out for dinner that night. We were already eating granola bars for breakfast to save money, and I'd gotten some crackers and cheese in a little store for my lunches on the days we didn't have a lunch tour, and I totally lost it on him.
I'm pretty sure my exact words were, "I didn't fly all the way to Tahiti to fucking eat cheese and crackers in my hotel room the entire time." I then spent the next 15-20 minutes furious bawling in the bathroom. He then apologized and we came up with a compromise of him picking out a new restaurant every night that had what he deemed to be "reasonable" prices, and I could order what I wanted. I ordered dessert basically every night.
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!!!
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!!!
This is exactly our lotto fight
Yes!! H was super generous with our winnings, me, not so much.