This IM conversation just happened:
Me: I think I’m going to post in th[is] thread that we had an argument that I no longer remember the context of (which is true), but that I pouted about the fact you made me defend Ronald Reagan.
**Me: **So everyone will know what a horrible meanie you are.
**Wife: **I don’t remember the context either.
**Wife: **But you were wrong. 
We’ve had a few of these “Duck Season! Rabbit Season!” arguments, usually over the colour of something trivial.
Wife: “Can you grab me the aqua widget?”
Me: “Here”
Wife: “That’s light blue, I want the aqua one”
Me: "OK, try this.
Wife: “No, that’s pale blue. I heed the aqua one.”
Me: “This?”
Wife: “That’s blue-green. The one I want is more of a greeny-blue.”
etc etc.
Usually ends with me grabbing anything that can vaguely be described as ‘blueish’ and letting her choose. At that point we’re usually laughing because we know its a matter of who will cave first.
That behavior right there is a pet peeve of mine! :mad: She needs to focus less on being right/winning and bettering her communication skills before things really sour! :dubious: It is NOT much effort for her to say “You’re wrong, not this exact one, this one is a different shade of blue from the one your mother sent, see? holding up both”
Some people also have less memory for specific details. Instead of a specific shade of blue, the OP filed it away as “blue” and the onesie in question was “blue”… :smack:
How’s this for a dumb marital argument?
A married couple I know once had a serious argument over which spoon to use for something they were cooking/serving.
To this day, we call it “The Slotted Spoon Incident”.
Just two weeks ago she also ripped him a new one when he didn’t turn off the Playstation 3 “correctly”.
Yet somehow, the marriage works. It’s been going 15 years, now. :amazed:
You disagreed with your wife?
50 shades of blue.
Stupid arguments over onesies?
Sleep deprivation is a hell of a drug, isn’t it?
I’d like to know why you keep bringing it up if it was 30 years ago. Or is that just the explanation for the “look” that you had no idea you were making?
When my wife starts an inane argument, that’s my go to defense, fighting inanity with inanity. Unlike her, I don’t maintain an indexed record of every perceived slight over the decades, so I just use that one. And for the record, there was no ‘look’.
Also, there’s a documentary called Exporting Raymond. It documents the efforts of the creator of Everybody Loves Raymond to help start the Russian version of the show. There’s an interesting sequence after he realizes there are problems with the developing show because the major players aren’t married and don’t understand the ‘love-hate’ relationship that often occurs. He has no trouble finding married Russians who can understand the concept, it is clearly universal.
Thanks. On the other hand, the sex was… non-existant.
The worst we had was a couple of years after we started living together. His ex (long time relationship) is/was a volatile person. He was so inured to that kind of conversation, he was still learning that an agreement doesn’t have to be a fight that I feel I have to have a scorched ground win. Everything is not a cage match.
He had this nasty old electric toothbrush he’d brought with him when we moved in together. I’d never seen him use it once–it was just ewwww. (If I say ewww, I mean HOLY SHIT BOIL IT.)
So we’re standing there brushing our teeth with manual brushes and and I look at it and say “Oh, do you even want this anymore?” <my hand is moving and picking it up while I’m saying it <my fault>>and I’m putting it in the trash as he’s getting out “Yes! I want it.”
Like it was a movie scene it hits the trashcan just as he finishes saying that.
He actually screamed at me (never before)(And never since) “Well, fuck you, I guess I just don’t get to have what I want around here!”
While he’s saying that, I was turning to pick it back up out of the trash. Sat it on the counter. Kept brushing. Him: “Um sorry, about that.”
Me: “Are you done being four? Can we talk?” I do calm voice in that situation.
And we talked and it was basically what I said before–he wasn’t used to being able to have a convo.
We STILL have that revolting thing. We’ve even moved. I’m not touching it. (Neither has he. It kinda sits <shudder> on one of the bathroom counters (well away from everything. It’s our reminder of don’t have stupid arguments.)
And when we have a factual disagreement and one turns out to be right–the correct comment after you admit the other is right? “Ok, yes. But dogs can look up!”