:smack: I think you and I married to the same woman.
He had a license and a car, but insisted that we always hang out at his mom’s place (where he lived), where I wasn’t allowed to spend the night even though he was 32 years old and I was 26. It was a 45 minute drive each way and we hung out at least 2 days a week. So 45x4 minutes a week of driving. It was the basis of pretty much all the fights in our relationship, because he refused to come visit me even though I was renting at the time and had my own space. I never understood why. And when I would bring up the issue, he would say “You’re not doing me any favors by driving out here all the time.” ??? *If I weren’t driving all the time, we wouldn’t have had a relationship. *
He was happy to drive to visit friends and family, but never me.
no wonder he’s your ex. that was a statement, not a lack of understanding.
This guy must have had an extremely compelling upside.
Yeah, thats pretty bad.
I don’t mind doing folks favors or taking up more the burden if its easier for me, but when you do someone a favor and they act like THEY are the one doing you a favor its over bob.
I have another one:
I was together with this guy for three years, and he could never understand that walking around naked after camping out on the toilet for a half hour or more means you’re parading around with a bright red ring on your butt.
Not pretty.
On the plus side, you could call him “Baboon Butt” in bed!
Ditto x10 for “understanding thermoststs”.
Her car has an excellent electronic thermostat. You set it at 70 and hit auto. Once the engine is warm enough it will start to blow warm air into the cabin till it reaches 70. If I even attempt to do it this way she slaps my hand, tells me it’s “her” car, sets it to 77 and cranks the fan up manually blowing frigid air at us insisting it will warm up quicker.
She also doesn’t understand that having to pay some or no income taxes at the end of the year is better than a huge refund. “But Bob and Mary are getting $5000 back.” “Well, that’s because they overpaid during the year.” “Hmmm, that doesn’t sound right, we must be doing something wrong.”
Lastly, she doesn’t seem to understand the concept that when I ask her “What do you want for dinner?” and she replies “I don’t care.” it immediately takes away her veto rights. You don’t get to say “NO” to every suggestion I make and then when asked again “Well, what DO you want?” reply “I said I don’t care.”
OMG… you’ve brought back a haunting memory:
After 12 years, my ex never understood that we were only getting back 50 dollars as a refund because I planned and did math well. And she never understood that we shouldn’t go to her sister and brother-in-law’s guy because that guy isn’t going to get me back 4 grand, because I don’t ever plan on letting the gubberment hold my money for me.
AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!! :smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack::smack:
runs screaming out of the thread
I was married for 11 years and my late husband could never understand that…
… I couldn’t “just ignore” his mother’s behavior if we were staying in her house.
… I wasn’t his personal chauffeur.
… I want pizza once a month, maybe, not once a day.
… if something needs to be done and he refused to do it, either I had to do it or it wouldn’t happen. I think he thought the chores fairy stopped by once a week.
I think I’d be inclined to at least once just make something, then when she complains about what it is, reply “I don’t care” 
See, when she says she doesn’t care, you stop suggesting and just choose. You can’t take away someone’s vote if you continue to poll them.
When my husband says he doesn’t care, I make what I want. End of story. If he has a specific preference, I make what he wants. Of course, he’ll eat anything that isn’t moving too much, so I have an advantage there.
I’ve been married for five years now, and my wife occasionally forgets that an eight-hour workday isn’t fun alone time, and that sometimes a sysadmin has to stay late fixing critical systems if he wants to keep his high-paying job.
Oh well, we work it out. =)
I was once watching a TV show with my then-gf about guys like Bill Gates and Steve Jobs. There was a mention about how sometimes computer programmers work late nights and weekends and don’t see their loved ones very often.
She said “I’m glad you’re not a computer programmer!”
I said “Um, you really don’t get what it is that I do for a living, do you?”
Oh, this reminds me of a friend’s ex. He actually told her at one point that he didn’t want a committed relationship, just a monogamous one. What?
We are both pretty sure this was his personal code for “I want to sleep with whomever I want, but I don’t want you to do the same.”
I’ve been married 20 years now and my dear wife still doesn’t understand:
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if she writes a check, she should do the math and write down how much money is left in the account;
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if she uses the last icecube, she should crack more cubes into the holder, and pour water into the now-empty tray for it to freeze;
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if she takes the last roll of toilet paper out of the little cupboard under the sink, she should put more back under there for when this roll runs out;
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there’s no particular reason she needs to have 2900+ emails in her current account; there’s no law against deleting old emails.
For all that, she has many redeeming characteristics, and I still love her madly.
Heh, the worst part is that I ALWAYS make up the time–if I’m not getting overtime, one late night is a “going home early on a slow day” later. Funny how she never seems to resent THAT. 
Oh, you know my mom then?
I was going to mention that. Except she’d take individual cubes out of the trays until they were empty. By the time I’d get home, there’d be nothing but empty trays. When I asked her to do it the right way, she said I was just being a control freak.
I think that was the only time I was ever truly pissed at her.