Currently for me, it’s the guy I didn’t pass fast enough while driving home. I’m hoping others can contribute stupider things so I feel better about this. Thanks.
Hooo boy.
I’m six months into the divorce process from a Sociopath. She’s on SSDI for Mental Illness, so that’s not an insult, it’s fact.
I cannot begin to go into the stupid fights we had.
She has no Guilt. None. She’s a Sympathy Vampire. The entire world is being mean to her when she never does anything wrong.
At the end of 2002, she maxed out her credit card to the tune of over $6,000. Because they were being mean to her by not letting her continue to use her card, she refused to make the minimum payments. In order to punish them. I went 'round and around with her on this, but she would NOT get it.
She drove right through a red light, passing behind one car and in front of another. I reacted in terror, as any sane person would. I didn’t say a word, just went wide eyed and gasped. She started screaming at me and in the process, went right through the next light.
She ran in front of me as I walked through a store entryway, then stepped backwards into me, waving her arm right in my face (actually hitting me) to point to something behind me. I gave her a dirty look and a small noise and walked around her. In return, she followed me around at a distance of 8-10’, crying and cowering in fear, as if she was physically terrified that I was going to beat her. When I tried to stop her, she screamed that she would do the exact same thing the next time I “made that face and that noise”.
I was not allowed to move the furniture, to put anything where it did not belong, to touch her stuff. She however, insisted that she had the right to touch, move, dispose of anything of mine. Anything. When I tried to get her to leave me one small area where I could trust that she wouldn’t mess with, her final word on the subject was that we would have to agree to disagree.
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I could literally write a book of stories. And practically did for my divorce lawyer, giving him more than 10 pages of testimony.
You got it easy.
You poor thing. :rolleyes:
I CANT STAND this kind of person. Maybe you should make a web site on this… actually post the “10 pages of testimony”. Then have a guestbook for people to post their opinions.
This argument has been going on for the past year.
Apparently, in my SO’s little mind, I got pregnant 9 months after we got married because I wanted to please my parents. Our oldest is 19 1/2, by the way, and we have been married 21 years.
I have asked him what he expects me to do about it now, but instead of letting it go, he just begins ranting on another of my shortcomings.
:rolleyes:
Flit, the hummingbird from the Disney movie Pocahontas, is NOT Tinker Bell in a bird suit!
We have so many it is hard to choose. Hmm…
We fought once over whether or not the salt and pepper shakers should remain on the table at all times or should be placed in the cabinet between meals. the fight and bad feelings lasted for a couple of days. Is that stupid enough for you? In my defense, let me say we were very young, we were teenagers at the time. We are still together and the salt and pepper shakers are on the table as I type this. The rat bastard won, eventually.
Pretty snarky BlackGriffin.
WTF is your problem?
I am currently without a SO. Howver, my last SO and I fought once because my body language told her that I had a bad time on our “special weekend.” I thought at the time that it might have been the stupidest thing I had ever fought about. Was I surprised when I found she could find things even more stupid than that. Which of course, is why I am not without a SO.
It was the first real argument of our married life, and it was whether or not it was vital to fold underwear before it is put away in the drawer.
She has been doing the laundry for the past twenty-one years, so I guess I won the argument.
Of course, she has managed to convince me that there was an inside and an outside to socks, and that it mattered which side it was, so call it a draw.
Regards,
Shodan
~blinks~
Wha’? I mean…you didn’t think there was an inside to your socks before you met her? Aren’t your socks all fuzzy on the inside and smoother on the outside?
~J
The way I read it, BG is actually on your side in this. Did the smilie throw you of?
Just last week, my wife an I were talking about cruises. I mentioned that she couldn’t swim, what if the boat sank. I then said: “I have no intention of trying to swim with you on my back for miles.” I think she’s still a little miffed. In my defense I was trying to be funny.
Yeah, tended to make that first sentence look like a sarcastic shot.
Thanks for correcting my typo, anyway. 
This one was my fault. When I was 7 months pregnant, I had a dream that my husband brought home a second wife and forced me to watch him consumating their marriage with her.
I cried at him for 3 days about that. Poor guy.
My last so and I fought over what type of gas i should put in my car. She was miffed that I bought her a different( cheaper) type of gum than she wanted the day before. She accused my of loving her more than the car. Note: me and her are over but the car is still here.
I was pretty incensed with my wife about the time I dreamed she was thrown into county lockup for a week for something; she held out against the lack of sex until the very last night, when she suddenly started munching rug like it was going out of style. It was as much the gusto as the betrayal… and the fact that it was the last freakin’ night!
It didn’t cause a fight at the time, but I like to bring it up during fights. 
After she mentioned it, yes, I noticed. But I never noticed or cared before that.
I went entirely by color. Two black = a pair, put them on. You can’t see the toes after you put the shoes on, and the pants legs cover most of the rest of it.
In my own defense, I always bought the same brand, style and color for all my socks, to save sorting. The number of inside-out socks and right-side out socks tended to equal out. Now my wife does the laundry, including turning my socks right side out, and my daughter is in charge of dressing me (“Oh daddy, not THAT shirt.”<exasperated sigh>)
I have never been accused of an obsessive interest in fashion.
Regards,
Shodan
Stupidest fight? I think Her complaining about Me using a yellow duster to polish silver with has to be close to the summit. See, it was getting the duster all filthy and there weren’t any more in the house. (It was a whole two minutes’ walk to the village shop where they sold yellow dusters in half-dozen packet for less than a pound a throw.)
Have I ever considered divorce? Hell no. Murder, on the other hand…
One time my girlfriend was mad at me for a week because I did something mean to her in a dream. So after she yelled at me for it, I asked her what horrible crime I had committed.
“You told me I should wear a hat!” she cried.
“What’s so bad about that?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but in the dream it really pissed me off!”
Dreams are weird. She got progressively less sane after that episode, so I ran away very fast.