We all have some sort of annying habit which might have seemed funny or cute in the early years of the relationship, but now have become a source of such annoyance that your partner may have threatened you with bodily harm if you don’t stop it!
I’m not talking about things over which you may have no control… like snoring or the whistling sound your nostril makes when you’ve got a booger stuck in it.
I’m talking about stuff like knuckle cracking, leaving your socks on the floor instead of putting them in the hamper, etc.
For me, it’s cracking my neck. I know that GrizzWife thinks that one day, I’ll do it and my head will flop forward because I’ll no longer be able to hold it upright.
Another thing I do is give the silent treatment. If I’m really really mad, I’ll clam up instead of “discussing the problem”. Out of fear that, if I DO open my mouth, such a stream of profanity will issue forth that it’ll spontaneously combust and start a forest fire here in NorthEast Ohio. But she absolutely hates it when I won’t communicate when I’m angry.
And… no fair listing what your SO does to wind you up… you have to tell on yourself.
I tend to answer stressful questions (“do you want to see me tonight? I don’t want to put pressure on you or anything.”) with shrugs or non-commital noises. (“mm.”)
I leave the lights on when I leave a room. I can understand turning them off if I’m leaving the house or something, but if I plan to be right back, it’s no big deal to me. But he gets really annoyed when I don’t automatically flick the switch off.
However, he takes 45 minute long showers, so he definitely tops me on natural resource wasting.
leaving laundry on the floor, leaving the toilet seat up, tax evasion, speeding, picking on her for leaving 1/2 full Dr. Peppers all over the house, manslaughter, mail fraud and shooting her cats with the BB gun.
There are lots of things that make my skin crawl. I’m talking about every-day noises that don’t bother anyone else: fingernail clippers, ripping cardboard, the sound forks make when you scrape plates with them… that sort of thing. It drives him crazy that I’m so sensitive to little noises like that. haha He sometimes thinks I’m a complete nut. haha
I also have a habit of waiting until I HAVE to do laundry, so I accumulate practically all the bath towels in my room. That also drives him crazy.
On top of everything else, I say “Are you mad?” a lot. I figure it is better to ask than to assume one way or the other, but he’s almost never actually mad, so that question drives him crazy too.
Oh, and I drink from the milk carton too. Bugs him. Wait, one more thing. I can’t stand to keep stuff past the expiration date. As soon as the date changes, I throw away milk, bread, mayo… all that stuff. He’s under the impression that it takes a little while longer for the stuff to actually go bad. I’m just not willing to take that chance. haha
I’m one of the wet-towels-on-the-floor villains. We play the same scene out every time. I DO pick up the towel, but after I’m all dry and dressed and ready to present myself to the world. Then I put away the wet towels as well as all toiletries. But every morning I get the evil eye for the towel on the floor.
And why should you? Drinking sour milk is horrid! I can’t even look at the stuff for weeks afterward!
Mrs. CaptMurdock hates it when I crunch. Even though I always chew with my mouth closed, whenever I eat anything even slightly crunchy, she keeps giving me the stink-eye. “You’re crunching again!” she’ll say, glaring at me. She is sure that I buy the crunchiest cereals known to man just for the extra resonance when I chew. (Hey, I like Captain Crunch. Sue me.)
When I eat certain kinds of cookies, especially those with frosting or powdered sugar on them, I like to like that off first, then eat the cookie. My god, you’d think I was having sexual congress with the cat from the disgust in her eyes. :eek: :rolleyes:
About once a month I’ll actually help make the bed, usually on the morning after I fall asleep with a glass of wine and spill some on the living room carpet. I haven’t changed a diaper in about 6 months. I pick my toenails while the TV is up too loud and the ceiling fan is on high.
About once a month I’ll actually help make the bed, usually on the morning after I fall asleep with a glass of wine and spill some on the living room carpet. I haven’t changed a diaper in about 6 months. I pick my toenails while the TV is up too loud and the ceiling fan is on high.
That’s exactly what I do. He always wants to talk…but I fear that if I’m not sufficiently calmed down I will say something very hurtful that I really don’t mean. I’ve done it before, and I don’t want to ruin this boy, too.
Oh, and I tweak his nipples, and grab his butt, and tickle him. I poke my finger in his mouth when he yawns. And when he leans in close to my face, I lick his nose.
Ever since reading a couple of threads with Titanium Spork references I get these weird urges to sing “Titanium Spork, Titanium Spork” over and over to different tunes. I can’t sing and am tone deaf. At first he thought it was cute which encouraged my habit. But last night I absent-mindedly started doing it in the Chinese Restaurant we were having dinner at. I was told “Must. Stop. Spork. Song. Now.”.
Maybe TMI?
During oral sex not so long ago when my SO came it got up my nose (don’t ask how I don’t know) needless to say this was not the intended result. It was GROSS and really hard to clean up.
Now when we have oral sex I’ve got this tendency to move away very fast towards the end. I’m trying hard to stop doing it as it puts him off but its become an instinctive reaction, which is rapidly starting to make him very pissed off.
