If you post entirely in
free-verse with ragged right edges and no respect
for scansion, meter, or meanings being
interrupted by forced line-
breaks,
we likely shouldn’t read each others’
posts.
I can see what the OP is saying. If a boyfriend or girlfriend is calling you a control freak at the slightest sign of criticism, especially criticism of something that effects something that is yours, well, that’s not going to end well for anyone.
Thanks, Inner Stickler. I re-read the op, and the first line is what threw me off because in the dozen or so times I did my re-reading, I kept ignoring it. My fault.
About the dishwasher thing; I totally understand.
I think she does it on purpose because she knows how frustrated I get when I open the dishwasher and a goddamn spatula is hanging from the top shelf, totally blocking the spinner. I don’t even want her to load the dishwasher anymore, because my patience is so worn out about it that I’ll probably lose my temper for the first time ever in this ten year relationship if I see one more fucking hanging spatula.
I’m glad I’m single , thanks guys.
I think the responses so far are great. It really shows just which members bother to read with a goal to comprehension, and which members read with a goal to satisfying their pre-conceived conclusions.
Duh - the relationship ain’t great.
Duh - the dishwasher thing is a symptom of larger issues.
Duh - overreacting to this, or anything I mentioned, is a bad sign.
Duh - making broad sweeping statements about people based off of such little information as can be gleaned from a poorly read internet post is an unwise way of relating to other people.
This entire thread is my very own catharsis. Thank you for being a part of it. 
If you don’t like being part of my catharsis, or if you don’t understand it and therefor must belittle it, well hey now…we probably shouldn’t be together.
It’s mundane to most of you, pointless to all of us, but I still felt I wanted to share. And so here it goes!
You and your filthy, filthy dishes are welcome.
Huh? Who is cancer man?
As for you “billfish”, you meant “your” and the Cancer Man’s (whoever that is) upcoming “nuptials”. I certainly won’t be marrying you because of your use of “you” when you meant “your”. I can let the spelling thing go.
One of the bad guys in the X-files. He definitely smoked, likely voted Repub, and while never explicitily said “Gotcha”, I am sure he thought it often.
Poor buthurt boy, thread not turn out the way you wished? No one admiring you for your wit and wisdom? Poor, poor you.
Hey, isn’t it time for you to clean a toilet or something?
Thanks for reminding me - I spend the whole weekend playing, and now I have to go clean my toilets. :mad:
My girlfriend loves my farts, thinks they’re hilarious. I’ll never forget the time I lured her into some downstairs intimacy only to nail her right in the forehead. Where was Ackbar when you needed him? I’m tellin’ ya.
You know, there’s a real simple solution to her not loading the dishwasher the way you want her to. Load it yourself.
You can either do the job yourself, and have control over how it is done, or delegate the job and the control over how it is done to someone else. There are no other choices. You don’t get to tell other adults how to do a job unless you’re paying them. Would you rather do the work of loading the dishwasher and control how it’s done, or would you rather have her do it and control how it is done? Those are the only available choices, take your pick.
Well, there is a third option. Let her load it but HE checks it before it is ran. If she only does a few “stupid” things that he can fix quickly and easily its a win win. Of course thats only gonna work if she doesnt get pissy about his checking and he just checks and fixes and doesn’t bitch at her because the spatula is in the wrong place.
In my house, I’m the dishwasher. I outsource the hardest work to Scotchbrite&Dawn, LLC… but I’m not afraid of getting my hands dirty. Granted, I’m not a big fan of “you missed a spot”* micromanagement, but I’m lucky that its a larger sink and it can fit two people in front.
And that I can afford a second Scotch-brite.
hands sponge “Like they say in Missouri, ‘Show me’…” 
*Hey, you call out “you missed a spot” while I’m painting, you better be well out of splatter range…
With housework, the wife and I try to divide the responsibilities fairly, but I pulled the typical man trick of fucking everything up like a 9 year old retarted monkey so that she’ll just do it herself to save aggravation. You single guys need to learn this.
Anyways, I do wash dishes however. But it is the duty of the non-dishwasher to ensure that the dishes are rinsed and placed in the sink. Don’t eat a bowl of chili and leave it for me to wash when it has hardened to the consistency of concrete. If you do that, then I won’t leave my underwear on the floor. Unless I forget.
…Whisker bits all over the sink.
Splash marks of ick all over the mirror.
Dirty clothes on the floor.
Soggy slimy washrag on the bottom of the shower.
Dirty dishes left in the sink.
Dirty glasses left around the house…
…are not acceptable…
Why would the single guys need to learn how to properly shirk adult responsibilities? They’re only annoying themselves if they don’t do a good job cleaning their own houses.
So no one has the right to criticize anyone on anything? God forbid I trust people to accomplish a task they agree to doing. God forbid people have some sense of accountability. Someone screws up something? Well shame on you for not doing it yourself! Yes, this a perfectly appropriate way of coexisting.
Here’s one relating to religion and church: If you don’t know that there are other translations of the Good Book besides your favorite 1611 inerrant inspired Elizabethan KJV, we cannot be together. (This would be for one who insists on the KJV as being the only true Bible; I myself do not.)