What is wrong with this exchange?
Wife: No one ever listens to me. I can’t finish a sentence without being interrupted. People talk over me or finish sentences for me. No one pays attention to my feelings. No one really listens to me anymore. It’s as if I am a non-person.
(Silence. Sound of crickets.)
Husband: Do you mind if I see what’s on TV?
That would be a husband who’s not getting any tonight. Possibly due to injury.
The wife is clearly deluded. She finishes no less than six sentences without having them finished for her, and without being talked over. I suggest counseling so she can overcome these delusions.
No sympathy here. You knew he was a man when you married him.
Zoe:
Once upon a time I had a wife who confronted me with statements almost identical to those you posted above. I was watching an important football game at the time, so I replied: “You’re screwing up a good ballgame.”
Last time I saw her was about 20 years ago when we signed the divorce papers.
But surely you don’t lack for intellectual stimulation in your life? As recently as this summer you’ve visited absinthe parlors in Paris and lost your underwear there. Perhaps your undies are floating down the River Seine even as we speak. Many of us would call it a successful year based on that experience alone!
The problem at hand is, of course, that your husband has come to take you for granted. He is taking the excellent home life and comforts you provide as his due, without further thought in the matter and secure in the assumption that things will always be this way.
Tell him that there’s a fellow on a message board you frequent that is constantly flattering you and flirting with you. You may inform him that this brazen individual has suggested a get-to-gether in Printer’s Alley on Saturday night, including line dancing at the Wild Horse Saloon, singing Irish songs at O’Grady’s (or whaterer its name is across the street from the Wild Horse), an after midnight tete’-a-tete’ at Hooters for wings, and a nice glass of wine at the Operyland Hotel in the pre dawn hours.
With his security thus challanged, he’ll put the TV on the back burner and turn his full attention to satisfying your quite reasonable demands.
Just tryin’ to help. 
Seems perfectly normal to me.
As I interpret it:
Wife: I want to fight. Let’s fight about this. I’m going to make an argument that you have no hopes of winning, and we are going to fight.
(Silence. Sound of crickets.)
Husband: I don’t want to fight.
Yup, ranks right up there with: “Does this make me look fat?” and “Is she prettier than me?”
Oh fuck that.
I hear:
Wife: I’m feeling miserable and insecure and am in need of reassurance.
(Sound of crickets)
Husband: Well, you ain’t gettin’ here.
And yeah, I’m a woman. That’s how I know men do just the same sort of stuff when they’re feeling insecure.
Ogmen to that. 
I’m sorry that I didn’t get back to this thread earlier. I didn’t mean to be rude, but when I got over my snit, I wasn’t mad at him anymore and forgot about the thread!
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John Carter of Mars But surely you don’t lack for intellectual stimulation in your life?
Not when Titans football season starts! Until then, I’ll surf the channels for more coverage of Texas Hold 'Em.
But that’s been so long ago…That was April!!!
J.C., don’t you think that at our age Tooters would be more appropriate?
I met my husband through my Commodore 64 on a BBS 19 years ago. He charmed me with words for months. Now he knows that he can get away with murder and make puppy dog eyes and all is forgiven. It’s hopeless.
Thanks for trying!
“J.C., don’t you think that at our age Tooters would be more appropriate?”
But they really DO sell excellent wings at Hooters! I couldn’t say if that establishment offers any other inducements or not, the eyes being the second thing to go and all that.
Zoe, you are so avant-garde! You met your husband on line 19 years ago??? Yours is certainly one of the world’s first internet hook-ups.
I also got married 19 years ago. First PC I ever saw was a Commodore 64. She had it when we got married. No internet though. I only used it to play a game called “Lemonade” and she kept certain lists like recipes and stuff stored in it.
Dylan was right, the times they were a-changin’.
Glad you’re over your snit!