I think you must have married my husband’s long-lost cousin or something. Or maybe I should say …and things like that. I counted once, five times in two sentences. He stops in the middle to add that, and then goes on. And he swears he doesn’t say it. It’s so constant that I’ve gone all the way to frustrated and even angry and back again. Now I’m just amused, as much as anything. (Unless I’m already in a really bad mood.)
daHubby is an ice chewer big time, and he has a really annoying tendancy to explain stuff to me like he’s a college professor or something.
I know the title says this but I have to say it again – I really love him to death, but he:
Sits there on the internet watching all the news clips he is interested and tells me about each one. Or reads me aloud the articles he is reading. Hmm…maybe I’m doing my own reading, sweetie, which is why I’m holding a book or my laptop? The other night he did it for an hour straight when we got home. Finally I started reading him threads from here. That got him to shut up.
Oooh oooh, she did one tonight that I forgot:
She’ll be talking to someone, anyone - a third party, turn to me and say “tell so and so here about…”
NO. You thought enough to tell someone that something happened, YOU tell them about it.
Here is a really interesting Salon article all about why women like picking their lovers’ pimples.
Yuuuck (but also, yum).
I think we should have a rule in this thread that for every flaw of your spouse, you should have to post one of your own that drives them crazy.
For me, it is the unrinsed mouth after brushing his teeth at night. I have an extremely sensitive sense of smell, and the smell of his minty stirred-up plaque almost makes me gag, but he just won’t rinse. (We did say really small things, right?)
I do the peeing just as we’re running out the door thing. As soon as the door opens, it signals my bladder that I’m about to be out of range of a bathroom for the next while, and it panics. I’m pretty sure my husband could live without this.
I worship my wife but she can never be on time for anything and I’m compulsively early. This especially grates when we go to movies. I like to get there and get settled in – bladder emptied, snacks in hand, all settled in – before the first trailer starts. My wife sees no reasn to leave the house more than 5 minutes before the movie is supposed to start and isn’t bothered if we miss a few minutes of the beginning. Drives me crazy.
Also, she does that thing that women do where they’re always asking vague, open-ended questions that have no answer.
“Well, what do you think?”
“About what?”
“Just stuff…in general…everything.”
ETA, I swear in front of the kids, I’m lazy, I tune her out when she’s talking to me, I piss in the shower and I leave my shit all over the place.
I adore my wife but : She talks in the past tense about things in the future or present.
Her: “I was going to make some coffee”, which really means “I am going to make some coffee”. Hon, If you were thinking about making coffee, that means you are no longer thinking of doing so, and therefore are not making the damned coffee.
Our son was sleeping the other night, and fell out of bed. SO tells me about this, and says, “he [son] didn’t remember it”. Um, so he remembers it now? No, he didn’t remember it. Um, you mean he doesn’t remember it? Yeah, that’s what I said, he didn’t remember it.
Its a tiny thing, and I don’t mean to nitpick, but its sometimes confusing as hell talking to her.
ETA: she also can’t answer a question simply, as asked. “What time do we need to leave for the airport?” “Well, we need to leave time for x, and y, and z and the plane leaves at X:00, and we need to get gas and do this other thing, and I was thinking we could do thing other thing on the way, so 11, 11:30?” (she also can’t state one time for anything, ever – always two times).
He blocks my path all the time and it drives me batty. It is sort of hard to explain
He can be standing in the livingroom getting ready to go outside and I can be getting up to get a cup of coffee or something. He will be walking in front of me and then suddenly stop to blow his nose blocking me from continuing my journey. He sees me there but instead of moving he remains where he is, blows his noise, and then continues out the door.
He can also be sort of a complusive liar. He makes things up along the way. An example is that he will buy some item at the store and claim it was on sale when it was not. Just admit you wanted it so you bought it. Don’t try to make up some “on sale” bullshit. I have caught him and called him on it so many times I have given up and just give him the “okay dear”.
The Sheckstress has the annoying habit of being late for everything except her job. Does the plane take off at 6? It takes 45 minutes to get there, so let’s leave at 5:30! The movie starts at 4, so we’ll leave at 4:15. We had to go to a wedding that was a 90 minute drive away, on a good day and with me having been there before. It was at 2:30, so we got out the door at 1:30. Then, she’ll have the solid brass balls to ask why am I driving so fast!
Oh, and she likes to give way too much background story. Imagine the Ron White :Tater Salad" story, except it’s never funny or interesting. “My sister had a tumor removed from her kidney, and… well, we used to play Operation every day and ate kidney beans when I was 7 and she was always really good around kids and scraped knees and… anyway, it went fine.” What?! Couldn’t you have gotten to the point first?
There’s parts I like, such as her compulsive need to clean every Saturday to make the house spotless. It makes my life more antiseptic I guess.
Did everyone think"Doesn’t pick up after him/herself" is too commonplace to even mention? Cause my husband doesn’t pick up after himself. Socks on the floor next to the hamper, trash on the counter next to the trashcan and so on
But the thing that really drives me crazy is poor weekend time management but blaming me for it.
9am: “Ok, I gotta get to the dump today before noon when they close”
9:15 am-11:45 am: plays video games, makes breakfast, surfs internet, putters from house to garage repeatedly
11:50:“Aw geez! Now I’m not gonna make it because I didn’t have a minute to myself to get things ready!”
:rolleyes:
I don’t really want to poke my nose in too deep, but what, pray tell, stops you from telling him to make his own damned coffee?
This is my husband.
Somehow all his man-friends are patient with the *Remember the time we lit bottle rockets off the rain gutter of the car and it went into Dougie’s car …who was he with? Oh, yeah, that girl who went on to get a scholarship to State but ran off with Mike, who is now playing bongo’s in Africa…He dated …oh what is her name???Who hung out with a bunch of cheerleaders and ended up breaking her leg at Homecoming because Oh-What-Was-His-Name? Tim? Tom? Bob? Andy…No wait…Andy wasn’t at Homecoming because he was grounded by his parents who…his mom was the one arrested for selling dope out of her salon…where Kid Rock great grandmother use to get her hair done… That reminds me of the AC/DC concert we went too…" *
I barely remember high school. I never go back into my mental picture book and relive those memories. Ever. I don’t think about it at all and have never been to a reunion. He remembers it all. Move on, man, Move On.
He is the most patient, even tempered, compassionate, caring person I have ever met and he has loved me when I considered myself unloveable.
That said, if we weren’t too poor to seperate, if we ever divorce, it would be over a broom.
We have very specific and strong opinions on the proper tool inwhich is used to sweep the floors. We are both very set in our stubbornness and will not give one inch.
Since I sweep the floor on a daily basis to his every once in awhile, I win by default. so there.
And why doesn’t he get one of those coffeemaker machines with an inbuilt clock you can prepare and set the night before so you wake up to fresh coffee?
He reads over my shoulder. I hate when people do that, and he knows it. Still does it until I tell him to stop.
There aren’t any habits of mine that annoy him. I’m perfect. 
Honestly, I don’t know. I’d have to ask him.
She doesn’t watch the HD channels. Like instead of watching channel 705, she’ll put the HDTV in regular ole’ SD channel 5.
To make things worse, she complains when I change it. “I can’t tell the difference!” “It gives me a headache!” WTF!!
Mr. Neville can’t remember to turn off his alarm clock on Friday night.
Until your routine gets disrupted. I forgot my purse this morning, because my routine got disrupted by my laptop being upstairs and its power cord being in the living room, rather than both being in the dining room where they belong. Rrrrrh.
You guys are making me realize how many more things bug me. Wife does this too, except she goes farther. If I start to tell a story about anything, I’ll get interrupted with one of those pointless details. Usually at that point, I just stop and say “you finish dear”.
A quasi-fixation with weight drives me up the wall. Not a single day passes without some complaint from her about the current state of her ass.
Ocassionally, I mistake this prompt for assurances that it’s her imagination (and that her ass is actually the same size and shape that’s always been) for genuine concern - and try to offer practical advice on the subject, which never goes well.
His politics. I don’t know where he gets his crazy ideas. Of course, he’d say the exact same thing about me. I think my politics irritate him more, though.