My OH has a habit of filling up the dishwasher and then not putting it on. So I go to empty it and it's full of dirty dishes! I'm like...can't you just push that big square fucking knob!
And who hasn't got a husband who micromanages you when you drive. Mine complains he's sick of driving everywhere, he never gets a break, blah blah. Then proceeds to yell "Watch out!" "He's gonna overtake!" "Mind that kerb" "Lights are changing!" I end up screeching, "This is the reason you always drive!" or more simply "Shut the fuck up or walk!"
And who hasn't got a husband who micromanages you when you drive. Mine complains he's sick of driving everywhere, he never gets a break, blah blah. Then proceeds to yell "Watch out!" "He's gonna overtake!" "Mind that kerb" "Lights are changing!" I end up screeching, "This is the reason you always drive!" or more simply "Shut the fuck up or walk!"
The closest I came to divorce, was many years ago when I stupidly let my OH teach me how to drive.
One day he went on and on so much, I literally lost the power of rational thought.
He ordered me to pull over, and swap seats so he could drive home.
He got out of the car, I stayed where I was, locked the doors, and drove off...kangarooed it all the way home.
I hired a professional instructor after that....and passed my test with flying colours soon after.
And who hasn't got a husband who micromanages you when you drive. Mine complains he's sick of driving everywhere, he never gets a break, blah blah. Then proceeds to yell "Watch out!" "He's gonna overtake!" "Mind that kerb" "Lights are changing!" I end up screeching, "This is the reason you always drive!" or more simply "Shut the fuck up or walk!"
The closest I came to divorce, was many years ago when I stupidly let my OH teach me how to drive.
One day he went on and on so much, I literally lost the power of rational thought.
He ordered me to pull over, and swap seats so he could drive home.
He got out of the car, I stayed where I was, locked the doors, and drove off...kangarooed it all the way home.
I hired a professional instructor after that....and passed my test with flying colours soon after.
My OH has a habit of filling up the dishwasher and then not putting it on. So I go to empty it and it's full of dirty dishes! I'm like...can't you just push that big square fucking knob!
Odd how the little things you found endearing when you first meet someone, drives you mad years later. I remember once, my OH did something really irritating, we were eating in the garden, and it made me so mad I threw a chicken bone at him.
I relayed this on a forum once, the usual gang descended....you would have thought I had stabbed him in the eye their feigned disgust was so strong.
He still irritates me, but I don't throw chicken bones anymore.
Odd how the little things you found endearing when you first meet someone, drives you mad years later. I remember once, my OH did something really irritating, we were eating in the garden, and it made me so mad I threw a chicken bone at him.
I relayed this on a forum once, the usual gang descended....you would have thought I had stabbed him in the eye their feigned disgust was so strong.
He still irritates me, but I don't throw chicken bones anymore.
