He doesn’t want me eating in the bedroom. He becomes so passionate about this issue when it comes up, that I no longer press it. He’s worried about ants.
He insists we have to put the shades down when we leave the house, even if it’s for 20 minutes and nobody can see through the windows. Because THEFT!!!
Whether or not our teenage daughter should be able to wear thong underwear. We don’t have a teenage daughter, or any children, actually, but we’ve already argued passionately about this.
So which of you says it’s OK?
We’ve been married so long that gradually our numerous differences became amusing, and the desire to demonstrate how right I am has become a withered husk of what it once was.
^ like.
I HATE being read to. I’ve always hated it since I was a kid. Doesn’t stop my mom from calling me up all the time and wanting to read an article from a website to me. I say to just email me the link and I’ll read it myself! Her: “Okay, but [starts reading article]”. Me: “OMG please stop!!!”. And then I have to walk her through how to send the link.
Anyway, more on topic, my argument with my psycho ex was about whether or not every woman (LITERALLY EVERY) wants him, or at least would if he chose to pursue them. Nope, I’m wrong that my mom and sister would never in a million years be interested in him (in this hypothetical my mom is younger and they’re both not married and he doesn’t know me). OMG he is so obnoxious.
I’m never going to win the argument with MrTao that there’s no point going to a doctor about my semi-insomnia. My argument: they’ll just give me pills, or, if it’s a good doctor, s/he will tell me to lay off caffeine, stop eating at night, exercise more and get into a routine. I know all of this, and already take over the counter sleep aids, which are cheap. Why pay more? But he thinks I’m ‘scared’. Of what, I don’t know; I’ve had a longer ‘wake’ cycle than usual my whole. damn. life. I don’t get tired until I’ve been up about 24 hours, but that’s not how life works, so I take sleeping pills in order to cut that short. (For the record, cutting out caffeine didn’t change a thing, lol)
Oh well.
This was one, right down to being an Ex now, though not for that reason!
Heh. Just from that little bit of information, I know that I don’t want him, even if he pursues me. I can’t stand people like that.
Let’s say the speed limit is 65. I’m driving. I’m going about 72. Conditions are clear and traffic is steady. I feel comfortable.
He will say “You know, you can go about 74 through here.”
What? You mean not every woman in the world secretly wants a narcissist?! That can’t be true!
Of course, he said he could just put on an act for long enough, and sure he can hide the absolute narcissism for a while, but he comes off as cocky no matter what, and lucky women genuinely find that unattractive. They aren’t just trying to control themselves. God I hate him…lol
That margarine is an abomination and butter is food from the gods. Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve provided side-by-side taste comparisons, or read out ingredient list comparisons… nope, can’t sway him.
So I just buy one of each and they sit side by side in the fridge. Bearing mute testimony to the Great Compromise of '06.
On the other hand, there is no way he will ever win the ridiculous “cutlery in the dishwasher is fine as long as it’s in the cutlery container - no it does not need to be sub-divided further” argument he champions. I just tell him it’s best if he keeps that brand of nuttery to himself, as it’s obvious to all with any level of breeding or refinement that you put like cutlery with like. To which he responds that since he is clearly missing said breeding and refinement, he’ll just leave the cutlery in the sink and I can sub-divide it in the the dishwasher to my hearts content. Which serves me right and makes me giggle every time I see him put his plate in the dishwasher, but leave the cutlery in the sink 
(though he usually does put it in the correct way to humour me even though he doesn’t think it’s necessary, but every now and then he doesn’t, just to get a laugh)
She’s deeply religious and thinks the Harry Potter books are a trapdoor to Hell. I’m not and don’t.
That sounds like my other half…
She is never wrong, about anything. Everything she does is justified, but everyone else should be accepting
Actually, if you put spoons in the same compartment, they will nest together, which means that they won’t get washed and rinsed in some areas. Forks do this to a lesser degree. So you have to put spoons in separate compartments from each other, and if you must put two spoons in one compartment, one bowl goes up, and one goes down.
I won that argument the day one of the knives had another one’s silhouette clearly marked. Yep: surgical-grade steel and cold iron do not mix, who would’a thunk it!
My husband is praying for this day. 
I simply can’t process information that someone reads to me, except in the very, very rare case of someone able to read in a natural speech rhythm. Tony frequently reads things to me, because he thinks I can’t possibly absorb information as quickly as I read.
Obviously, butter rules. How can one possibly think that margarine is in any way comparable?! That’s crazy talk! (But I have to side with him on the cutlery issue. “Like with like” too often means that the spoons, in particular, nest together and don’t get clean.)
Heh. My kids’ stepmom subscribes to this sort of nuttery. She wouldn’t let her 9-year-old son play “Temple Run” the other day, because she saw the word “idol,” and that’s obviously bad! :rolleyes:
Our major “never-win” arguments, however, revolve around politics, so mostly we just agree to disagree. (Even though it’s patently obvious that I’m right! :D)
My peeve is when you’re proved wrong - don’t attempt to leave the room before you start smiling. Man up and grin goddammit. 
I’ve never heard of subdividing cutlery in the dishwasher. People do this?
In my case the spoons and forks will nest if you don’t mix them up, thus preventing them from getting clean. My ex insisted upon putting all the spoons in one divider, all the forks in the next and so forth, to make putting them away easier. As a result they just kept cycling through the dishwasher and we lived on the same 2-3 spoons or forks that had managed to get clean each cycle.
It’s not that they need to be divided, so much as shuffled. 
I mix up the cutlery in the dishwasher and quickly sort them later as I put them away. Seems to me that there is no time-saving advantage either way, but there is a cleanliness advantage, as you point out.