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Things your significant other does that drives you cray

LogGrad98 said:
How about when you are talking on the phone and in the middle of the conversation she shifts gears in her mind, doesn't bother telling you that, and then acts like you are insane because you didn't follow along.

Her: So can you pick up Billy from his practice.
Me: Ok when?
Her: Well I told him you might be a little late so call him. You will probably need to take a couple of his friends home.
Me: Ok which friends?
Her: Oh there is Amy, and Brittney, and I think Riley and her sister are staying overnight.
Me: Why would they stay overnight?
Her: Well we said that a couple could.
Me: What are you talking about, why would Billy have girls stay overnight?
Her: Billy? No of course not, that would be Suzie. Of course not Billy what are you thinking.
Me: I just asked who I had to take home from practice.
Her: Oh you meant now? Really? Of course I was talking about tomorrow night for Suzie's birthday party.
Me: Oh yeah, of course.
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My wife does this all the time. At first I thought I was going crazy and had missed half the conversation.
 
Holy ****, probably number one is my wife not answering me.

It's gotten to the point where I'll ask a question and literally concentrate all my powers to hear any sort of a reply whatsoever. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand. I'll wait for like 5-10 seconds. Nothing. Nada. So I'll get ****ing annoyed and be like, "MsSerp, what time do we have to leave tomorrow?!!!" And she'll be like I just answered you! And I blow up. I'll be like, "I'm not ****ing stupid and I'm not ****ing deaf. I literally was staring at you, trying to hear your response and nothing came so unless you're a ****ing ventriloquist and said that **** telepathically, you didn't respond. Jesus Christ, communicate like a ****ing adult."

Seriously, I'd never hit a girl...but I'll shake the **** outta her.
 
QuinSnydersHair said:
Holy ****, probably number one is my wife not answering me.

It's gotten to the point where I'll ask a question and literally concentrate all my powers to hear any sort of a reply whatsoever. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand. I'll wait for like 5-10 seconds. Nothing. Nada. So I'll get ****ing annoyed and be like, "MsSerp, what time do we have to leave tomorrow?!!!" And she'll be like I just answered you! And I blow up. I'll be like, "I'm not ****ing stupid and I'm not ****ing deaf. I literally was staring at you, trying to hear your response and nothing came so unless you're a ****ing ventriloquist and said that **** telepathically, you didn't respond. Jesus Christ, communicate like a ****ing adult."

Seriously, I'd never hit a girl...but I'll shake the **** outta her.
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damn bro..
 
QuinSnydersHair said:
Holy ****, probably number one is my wife not answering me.

It's gotten to the point where I'll ask a question and literally concentrate all my powers to hear any sort of a reply whatsoever. One one thousand, two one thousand, three one thousand. I'll wait for like 5-10 seconds. Nothing. Nada. So I'll get ****ing annoyed and be like, "MsSerp, what time do we have to leave tomorrow?!!!" And she'll be like I just answered you! And I blow up. I'll be like, "I'm not ****ing stupid and I'm not ****ing deaf. I literally was staring at you, trying to hear your response and nothing came so unless you're a ****ing ventriloquist and said that **** telepathically, you didn't respond. Jesus Christ, communicate like a ****ing adult."

Seriously, I'd never hit a girl...but I'll shake the **** outta her.
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Telepathic ventriloquist... now that would be something.
 
Here is another one....she has pockets, but refuses to use any of them. Yet she loses all kinds of ****, keys, credit card, license, money, etc. I tell her "put it in your pocket", she says "I don't like pockets", I say "I don't like cancelling your credit card every 2 months". She wins of course. Still drives me nuts.

In 23 years of marriage I have lost my wallet exactly once, interestingly enough when she took it off the dresser where I place it every night to get the card out to pay for something because she lost hers and then she lost my wallet. She loses her purse, cell phone, keys, etc. something weekly.

Along these lines she does weird things to help her lose stuff. Once we lost a letter my daughter needed to get her scholarship in college. We looked everywhere and I ended up missing time from work to get a replacement copy. Fast forward about a year and we are cleaning out the hall closet to put coats and such away or something, and on the top shelf in the closet, standing on a ladder, I see an envelope. Yep the missing letter. I ask my wife and she says "oh yeah. Now I remember. I put it up there because I was so afraid of losing it I though that place would be more secure in case someone tried to throw it away or something", as opposed to maybe in the filing cabinet, which locks, under "S" for "Scholarship" (a spot each of us looked probably 4 times thinking it had to be there). Sometimes the "logic" escapes me.
 
My wife loves to yell at me for not listening to her, yet I can almost always repeat the last sentence she spoke. But I'll be damned if she listens to me, ever. Just the other day we had a conversation about how my supply house didn't show the payment I made and was charging me a finance charge. Then two days later she called me yelling about why I hadn't paid the supply house and now have finance charges.
Ducking hypocrite.
 
I don't want you guys to think I hate my wife, but its just nice to vent on here. And yes shes trucking crazy, but shes ridiculously hot also and she loves sex sooo much. So I do what i gotta do. Anywho heres a new tale from my really real life.

I go to work at 7am, my wife is an insomniac. It sucks ********. So, Its 1am and we just got done watching Better Call Saul and I roll over to go to sleep. She goes downstairs to do whatever the **** she does from 2-6 every morning. I finally nod off a bit and I hear her storming up the stairs. " Where the **** is the indian food! (Trader Joes has these microwavable single serving indian foods and they are actually pretty great) "Well, I ate one, I fed one to our daughter on Saturday and you ate one, oh yeah and I took one to work to eat." "Those were for me! Why the **** do you eat everything I buy for me!?" "Ummm, I wasn't aware they were only for you, I guess I'll just take my own shopping cart next time and buy my own ****." "Ughhhh you're so annoying." Then 5 minutes go by I start to fall asleep again and I hear her start yelling from the kitchen. "Where is the Nutella!" (She eats pomegranites and Nutella, weird i know) "Ummm, our daughter ate the rest of it so I threw the container away." "You threw it away?!" "Well it was empty so yeah." "Why the **** is everything I want always gone!" So I stand up, put on some shorts storm out the door, go to 711 down the street and buy her some god DAMN Nutella. Its 3 am mind you. Walk back in throw it at her, walk up stairs and go to bed. She comes in at 6 and is like "I'm sorry I was being such a psycho, my PMS is really bad." Lunatic. I'm going to stop by Trader Joes on my way home and buy like 20 indian meals and chuck them on the counter when i walk in. Welcome to my life.
 
Beer said:
I don't want you guys to think I hate my wife, but its just nice to vent on here. And yes shes trucking crazy, but shes ridiculously hot also and she loves sex sooo much. So I do what i gotta do. Anywho heres a new tale from my really real life.

I go to work at 7am, my wife is an insomniac. It sucks ********. So, Its 1am and we just got done watching Better Call Saul and I roll over to go to sleep. She goes downstairs to do whatever the **** she does from 2-6 every morning. I finally nod off a bit and I hear her storming up the stairs. " Where the **** is the indian food! (Trader Joes has these microwavable single serving indian foods and they are actually pretty great) "Well, I ate one, I fed one to our daughter on Saturday and you ate one, oh yeah and I took one to work to eat." "Those were for me! Why the **** do you eat everything I buy for me!?" "Ummm, I wasn't aware they were only for you, I guess I'll just take my own shopping cart next time and buy my own ****." "Ughhhh you're so annoying." Then 5 minutes go by I start to fall asleep again and I hear her start yelling from the kitchen. "Where is the Nutella!" (She eats pomegranites and Nutella, weird i know) "Ummm, our daughter ate the rest of it so I threw the container away." "You threw it away?!" "Well it was empty so yeah." "Why the **** is everything I want always gone!" So I stand up, put on some shorts storm out the door, go to 711 down the street and buy her some god DAMN Nutella. Its 3 am mind you. Walk back in throw it at her, walk up stairs and go to bed. She comes in at 6 and is like "I'm sorry I was being such a psycho, my PMS is really bad." Lunatic. I'm going to stop by Trader Joes on my way home and buy like 20 indian meals and chuck them on the counter when i walk in. Welcome to my life.
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This ****s like a TV show. Damn.

My sleep is pretty damn sacred to me-- I don't even think I'd get up at 3am to grab groceries for my own mother.

I really hope she's really, really, really hot. And is a fabulous mother. I'm too stubborn and non-passive to probably put up with this sort of thing I think.


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Side note: dang. Your wife seems to have a collection of health problems. A combo of PMS and insomnia sounds like a nightmare. How long has she taken oral contraceptives for? What's her diet like? Does she ever exercise? Does she like her job?


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dalamon said:
Side note: dang. Your wife seems to have a collection of health problems. A combo of PMS and insomnia sounds like a nightmare. How long has she taken oral contraceptives for? What's her diet like? Does she ever exercise? Does she like her job?


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no oral contraceptives, a PMS and insomnia is a huge nightmare, just quit the job she hates, great mom, super hot, feisty as ****, she eats dr pepper and snack food for 2 meals and then makes a delicious dinner, marriage is not for the weak. She still ways 105 pounds after 2 kids, when shes not pms'ing shes the best human on earth, but when she is I would swear satan himself had inhabited her. There is a condition for EXTREME PMS and I'm trying to find the right time and way to bring that up.
 
Beer said:
no oral contraceptives, a PMS and insomnia is a huge nightmare, just quit the job she hates, great mom, super hot, feisty as ****, she eats dr pepper and snack food for 2 meals and then makes a delicious dinner, marriage is not for the weak. She still ways 105 pounds after 2 kids, when shes not pms'ing shes the best human on earth, but when she is I would swear satan himself had inhabited her. There is a condition for EXTREME PMS and I'm trying to find the right time and way to bring that up.
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You know, I like kinda looking at things systemically-- I mean sure, you're wife MIGHT be genetically predisposed to a really extreme variant of PMS. Still: having the genetic predisposition is meaningless unless you have the environment that can exploit it.

If I were either of the two of you-- instead of being very reductive and trying to treat this PMS with a pill-- try and find ways to balance your body and all of its functions holistically. PMS symptoms are entirely dependent of your physiology-- and your physiology is dependent on the environment acting on your gene pool.

Like, try and get her into an exercising routine. Really, really try and provide her body with the nutrition she needs (Dr. pepper and candy is poison, brother). The best thing is this: even if these lifestyle changes don't improve her PMS and insomnia, they will still improve her health period, no discussion.

So, after trying this and nothing works, THEN you could have that conversation with your wife to pursue medication that addresses extreme PMS


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