[Closed] No matter how much you love them, what partner's habit makes you scream inside?

Snoring
Picking dead skin on her feet

I'll stop there.

the never ending desire for more babies

None. Absolutely nothing at all. She's perfect in every way.

Even her regular checks on everything I post on the Internet are absolutely fine by me.

Taking out the kitchen sink plughole trap thing because 'it stops all the bits going down the plughole' lol

whenever i'm leaving the house for work, bike or other legitimate purposes, just as I've loaded up with stuff and have one foot over the threshold: "can you just do me a small favour*........"

*No, not that, usually something that requires making me late, shit up, being placed in imminent danger of death or with an additional financial liability.

Complete and utter inability to stack the dishwasher.
she will manage to 'fill' it with just a couple of plates, 1 cup and a spoon.

A random selection:

Counting out loud whilst adding up Scrabble scores.
A deliberate distraction technique.
Whilst legal, it's not right.
See also putting the letter bag slightly out of reach.

Inablility to walk faster than 2 mph in supermarkets.
We shop separately.

Driving digitally - constantly making small steering and throttle movements.
Usually, if she's driving it means I'm drunk, which helps.

Etc......

The fact that she seems to crash and bang away at everything she does, whether it is washing the dishes, putting them away, opening or closing doors, cupboards, car doors, stomping around, speaking, moving, breathing.

What ever it is, a small elephant on meth would be quieter at it than her.

We buy toothpaste with the fat caps so you can stand them on end so the toothpaste is always at the relevant end. Every time - EVERY time - I go to brush my teeth, the tube will be on its side.

Mrs Pondo leaves things on the stairs to be taken up when we go up next, that also means it is there to be fallen over when you come down if you are upstairs when the thing is left.

The most haphazard method of organisation known to man. I struggle to believe that she doesn't do it on purpose (shes dyslexic which I think has something to do with it).
Bought us a bisley so that we didn't have drawers full of paperwork. Looked in it the other day and docs are just stuffed in there! Loose receipts everywhere! I cannot find anything in the house if she's out because items homes change regularly and it's never logical.
It's like living in a stress test and it drive me bonkers.

Used teabags being left on the worktop after making said cup of tea.....the bin is appx. 1 meter away.....

My desire to simplify and declutter is at complete odds with my wife's desire to collect and horde. Sadly it seems these are traits we've both inherited so I can't see it ending well 😆

leaving drawers slightly ajar, usually with something protruding.

makes the inside of my skin itch.

placing lids on jars and only half tightening them so when I pick up the jar either the lid falls off, the contents seep out, or it drops to the floor.

Leaving drawers open
Dishwasher-stack-itis as well
Using [i]my[/i] boiler room like some sort of sports kit walk-in wardrobe
Never, ever, servicing any of her 4 bikes so I'm forced to rebuild them each year.

Mrs Pondo leaves things on the stairs to be taken up when we go up next, that also means it is there to be fallen over when you come down if you are upstairs when the thing is left.

Yes, this. STAIRS NOT SHELVES!!!

Also she has a reflex that means turning on whichever water consuming household device the instant I get into a nice hot shower.

Everything plugged in and on standby forever, except the radio which is left permanently playing. Presumably to keep the house company while she's out.

Not knocking before entering the man cave

She insists that she doesn't care which way round the bog roll is put on and doesn't really clock which way round she's putting it on.

If that were true then it wouldn't ALWAYS BE THE WRONG WAY ROUND.

and the cleaning, just wait till the kid has stopped throwing food about before cleaning the whole lot up.

Not screwing the lid back on the marmite jar

She has enough that we now live in our own houses rather than together.

None. Absolutely nothing at all. She's perfect in every way.

Even her regular checks on everything I post on the Internet are absolutely fine by me.

Thats not what you said on that other forum.

There are enough of them that we are getting divorced. The worst is the drinking. That's not a little thing though.

My Wife sometimes seems unable to accept sacrifice, She wants X, but won't accept giving up anything to have it, and won't accept the lessor Y. It doesn't matter if it's money, time or energy that's lacking, she just can't do it sometimes - the most maddening thing is that with other things she can be so massively determined she makes really tough things like gaining a degree or passing some horribly complex course in work look easy..

Sometimes I worry there's a deep-seated issue, her Mum died before I met her but, reading between the lines she expected her husband (Wife's Dad) to provide everything for her, she's bully and cajole him into providing a big house, fancy cars, holidays etc - until the day when his business collapsed - probably because he sucked too much money out. When we first lived together she'd ask if we could do something or other and I'd always say yes - I'm the type of person who thinks he can do anything if you're prepared to work for it - but for whatever reason it didn't happen and there would be hell to pay "but you promised" like we were 10 or something. Now I don't promise anything, I just say "we'll try".

Mrs Binners is the tidiest person in the world. I'm most definitely not. So I can be cooking, stirring something with a wooden spoon, say. I'll take the spoon out, place it down on a surface, and somehow, within literally microseconds, it will have been washed, dried and put away in the drawer, and I'll have to go and get it out again. Then this exercise will be repeated throughout the time taken to cook the meal.

The thing is, I won't even have noticed her enter the kitchen. I suspect its witchcraft of some sort, and that she's either a shapeshifter, or has the abiity to freeze time itself

What is it with men and stacking dishwashers? Every man is convinved that their way is the best and only way to do it.

My husband and my father were locked in a passive-aggressive dish-stacking war the last time my dad stayed with us. I kept catching one of them re-stacking the dishwasher after the other one "done it wrong". Eventually, my mum and I just threw everything in and turned it on. Dishes were cleaned.

Things I may eventually kill my husband for (other than an unhealthy obsession with the dishwasher):
Being loud when he gets up before me in the morning
Leaving things on stairs to be taken up
Used teabags on the kitchen worksurface
Moaning about my muddy MTB kit in the utility room (that's what it's for!!)
Losing something, asking me where it is, then saying it's not there so that I have to come and find it - WHERE I SAID IT WOULD BE
Asking me a question, then not listening to the answer so that he has to ask it again
Eating with his mouth open
Leaving the lights/TV on when he goes out

Oh worse than that - doors, bloody doors, she cannot close one, ever.

Say we're out in the car and she wants to go to the cash-point or something, middle of winter - leaves the door open, not only making me cold, but pretty much immobilising my car or she has to get something from her car, front door open, wtf? Just close the bloody thing.

ElShalimo - Member

placing lids on jars and only half tightening them so when I pick up the jar either the lid falls off, the contents seep out, or it drops to the floor.

Yep, this too, but I know to expect this now and will religiously check jars before picking them up.

Feeding the cooker.

One for you, one for me, one spilled on the gas hob.

Used teabags being left on the worktop after making said cup of tea.....the bin is appx. 1 meter away.....

OH's family do this. We stayed in a holiday cottage where I watched her father walk across the kitchen, get a saucer, walk back, put the saucer on the counter, then put the teabag on it. The bin was right next to the counter.

I did ask, once, and was told it was because otherwise the tea bags were too hot to go straight in the bin. I'm amazed I haven't caused a bin fire yet.

also buys certain foods on a whim then decides not to eat/use it and then forgets we had it...so it ends up in the bin
after a shower she leaves the plug hole strainer full of her hair. sometimes she will fish the hair out but then leaves it on the side of the bath...the bin is right next to the bath!!
when doing the dishes...she will squirt the washing up liquid on the sponge then run it under the tap effectively washing the liquid off the sponge
she constantly steals the duvet and hogs the bed
she also leaves lids not screwed on properly
she always overfills the washing machine...theres always stuff in there that i've not even seen her wear but somehow its dirty...i think she does this to piss me off

i still love her though 😀

She's a diabetic with a family history of strokes, cancer and high blood pressure.

So she eats chocolate biscuits for breakfast and smokes.

I did a bit of googling, and her life insurance for the mortgage is costing £75/month (what we are paying versus 2x of me)!

That and why the **** are cigarette buts not litter? The driveway and patio are littered with them.

Going out with strange old men (that I don't trust) to the cinema as she's feeling sorry for the widow down the road.

Then gets jealous if the post woman says good morning to me but she never rings twice.

We buy toothpaste with the fat caps so you can stand them on end so the toothpaste is always at the relevant end. Every time - EVERY time - I go to brush my teeth, the tube will be on its side.

I love my missus dearly, but she's a middle-squeezer of tubes. ARGHWTFISWRONGWITHYOUZOMGELEVENTYONE!!! For this reason, I always buy toothpaste in those pump dispenser things. Problem solved. You're welcome.

Mrs Pondo leaves things on the stairs to be taken up when we go up next, that also means it is there to be fallen over when you come down if you are upstairs when the thing is left.

We're both guilty of doing that, and then ignoring it for the next month.

What is it with men and stacking dishwashers? Every man is convinved that their way is the best and only way to do it.

For me at least, it's not so much that it has to be stacked "my way" so much as "at all." There's a few dozy mouth-breathers at work who insists on sticking their bowls and plates flat on top of the drawer / racking. Seriously, what do you think those little prong things are for? Argh.

Her inability to remember her passwords, and then blaming whichever website she's trying to log into.

Not taking in the bins despite not working on the day they're collected (I came back one day and they were in I assumed she was having an affair).

Ignoring things (I have no problem with that) then suddenly deciding that it needs doing NOW and getting huffy that I'm doing something else and don't want to drop everything at that instant. See also suddenly deciding that DIY needs doing and expecting it done now despite not giving me anytime to work out what needs doing/what I need and often on a Sunday to only leave one day to get done.

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Applying nail polish then picking it off.
Pressing the clutch to brake.
Smoking
Only filling my morning cuppa half full

pondo - Member

Mrs Pondo leaves things on the stairs to be taken up when we go up next, that also means it is there to be fallen over when you come down if you are upstairs when the thing is left.

Stairs are too wide, there's loads of unused space there. If it was up to me, our stairs would probably be half bookshelf

What is it with men and stacking dishwashers?

Whilst my wife is a superstar when it comes to the boring housework, washing up usually falls to me. Anything that doesn't fit in the dishwasher ends up being washed up by hand, ergo the importance of ME being satisfied that the dishwasher is optimally loaded.

howsyourdad1 - Member
Not knocking before entering the [s]man cave[/s] masturbatorium

Leaving the door open while on the loo. Every. Bloody. Time. She's always completely taken aback if I happen to walk past, or if I start to head into the bathroom myself (before realising she's already in there pinching a loaf) "Sorry, I didn't think you'd be coming in here" she'll mumble. She seems genuinely surprised to find me in my own house...

Also, attempting to set a personal best for how many clothes items she can fit in a washing machine or tumble dryer every time she uses them. She cannot grasp the idea that both machines need the clothes to be able to move around in the drum, not be wedged in in a solid mass.

Used teabags being left on the worktop after making said cup of tea

I wonder if this is a habit picked up from parents / grandparents in more frugal times, who would reuse them for a second brew?

She insists that she doesn't care which way round the bog roll is put on and doesn't really clock which way round she's putting it on.

If that were true then it wouldn't ALWAYS BE THE WRONG WAY ROUND

Every time she changes the roll, she puts in on backwards. I'll spot it, turn it around, and it'll then stay that way until she changes another roll. This has been going on for nine years and neither of us has ever mentioned it.

Can sympathise with some of these. She's

Incredibly noisy
Incredibly untidy
Finds it impossible to sit still and relax
Appalling driving

By the same token she would say of me:
Creepily stealthy
Organised verging on OCD
Annoyingly lazy
Appalling driving

Only cleans the inside of saucepans, and doesn't do that well. Then when I redo them gets the hump like i'm the one in the wrong.
And describing everything she likes as 'astonishing'

We stayed in a holiday cottage where I watched her father walk across the kitchen, get a saucer, walk back, put the saucer on the counter, then put the teabag on it. The bin was right next to the counter.

Well, this is quite a good idea and we do similar. You see, teabags are wet when you take them out of a mug. Wet tea bags can - and do - drip on the floor when carrying to the bin. Whack them on a saucer to dry out and then put them in the (compost) bin. Less mess. Easy.

Another one that annoys me: I like polo shirts but they need folding correctly because of the collar. She never folds them correctly and I constantly ask her to leave them out and I will fold them as I like them. She never does this and gets the hump and accuses me of being fussy when she ever spots me taking a badly folded one out of the drawer and refolding it.

(I shouldn't really complain as I *never* do any washing though).

Things I do that must annoy her:
Having a very thick skin and laughing off things she seems to think are the actual end of the world – such as the time she was upset at not being asked to do a 'Tough Mudder' type event by the other mums at the school our girls go to (they all run together, my wife doesn't run at all so why would they think she wanted to do it)?

Taking the whole evening to cook meals – I often don't have dinner ready until 9.30/10pm.

Asking me to pass her something when it is just as close to her.
"Can you pass me my drink?"
"You mean that drink that is on the coffee table right in front of you?"

She insists that she doesn't care which way round the bog roll is put on and doesn't really clock which way round she's putting it on.
If that were true then it wouldn't ALWAYS BE THE WRONG WAY ROUND

Every time she changes the roll, she puts in on backwards. I'll spot it, turn it around, and it'll then stay that way until she changes another roll. This has been going on for nine years and neither of us has ever mentioned it.

We have this 'discussion' too, she also insists it's not deliberate, my explanation of maths and probability meaning that if that were true then at least sometimes she would get it right are met with huffing and a smirk...I'm on to her...

also, proclaiming things 'lost' when what she actually means is "I haven't yet looked for it so I was looking verbally"

ie:
"arrrgh, I've lost my $THING/I can't find my $THING"

normally said with an air of panic and an undertone of 'help me find it or I will make you pay', which is 99% of the time solved with the following reply:

"turn your head 8 degrees right/left and look down a bit"

Her insistence that the best way to deal with being busy, is to get more busy. Jobs left half done everywhere, yet has a constant & growing list of things to do.

Treating the car like an extension of the bin.

Filling bags of garden rubbish with soil at the bottom, then foliage on top. Then leaving them out in the rain.

When she gets up, everyone gets up. Quiet? No chance!

When she cooks, she uses every pot/pan/utensil we own and spills half of whatever she cooks on the hob/cooker/floor (and rarely cleans it up).

Believing EVERYTHING she reads on FaceBook or whatever. "Ooooh, have you seen this story about this bloke that's eaten his pregnant lovers unborn baby" etc etc.

I'm sure she could come up with a list a mile long of things she finds annoying about me too, but that's only natural after a long time together (isn't it!?)

She has miles more good traits than bad, but us blokes find the little things annoying, don't we 🙂

The sink trap, leaving stuff on stairs, not doing up lids properly, not mopping up splashes of water round the kitchen sink, constantly tidying and half heartedly cleaning rather than doing it once, properly.

I'm pretty sure it's either emotional abuse or unreasonable behaviour.

Toothpaste squeezing in the middle.

Coming in like a whirlwind and just dropping stuff and leaving it lying around everywhere. I've taken to de-cluttering her stuff by popping small items into her handbag.

We have a back door into a utility room, or a front door straight onto hall carpet, they are 10 seconds walking distance apart, she insists on using the front door irrespective of how wet/muddy it is outside.

suddenly deciding that it needs doing NOW and getting huffy that I'm doing something else and don't want to drop everything at that instant

turns eveything off at the socket; particularly chargers for phone, tablets etc...

Constant harping about unimportant things and commenting on affairs in a sad "woe is me" voice, as if I'm expected to feel devastated that the local stray cat has got mange or her toenail has gone black after walking in unsuitable shoes.

Asking my opinion on stuff them, when I offer an opinion, she replies: "You don't really know do you? You're just making it up as usual!" So nowadays I just murmur "Gosh, I don't know." and close the subject.

Her mise en place is appalling.

Asking my opinion on stuff them, when I offer an opinion, she replies: "You don't really know do you? You're just making it up as usual!" So nowadays I just murmur "Gosh, I don't know." and close the subject.

Yes. Or asking what she should do about something and then doing the complete opposite anyway. WHY ASK THEN? you'd evidently made up your mind. I've given up offering opinions now, and go with something like 'whatever you think right'

I have turned into my dad.

Toothpaste here too.. She's not even a "middle squeezer", more of a "top squeezer"! We've had full blown arguments about it but nowt changes.

Tailgating. Every time I'm in the car with her. Doesn't even know she's doing it or why it's ill advised.
"Can you please drop back darling"
"WHAT?! I've been driving this long and never had a crash bla blah blah don't you bloody tell me how to drive my car who the hell bla blah.."

Also car servicing and maintenance. Seems to think it's optional. Oil service light been on for couple months (it's £75 at the local mini indie) but things like curtains and haircuts are obviously more important..

Disappears every single time I cook and meal is ready even with warning then reappears huffs a bit and puts it in microwave. Every. Single. Time.

Complete inability to be anywhere, on time, ever.

Apart from to our wedding.

My mrs will happily sleep until lunchtime whereas I'm up and about at 6:30am. Gives me time to do stuff I suppose but it's a challenge to get her up at even a reasonable hour when we're both going to do stuff

Among many things is the quooker.... when we had a new kitchen we splashed out on one and it really is great, however she uses it to fill the sink and empties the cylinder EVERY TIME i want a brew.. we don't have a kettle and from empty they take a while. she knows this and simply doesn't care.... (I must get some sort of first world problem prize for this...)

Ohh and every single time we go out we spend 15 minutes rounding up the kids, getting the car ready, getting the kids in their car seats, all ready to go and the next thing I know, she has disappeared somewhere in the house, me stood waiting with the keys wanting to lock up and she has gone to do something, not reappearing for 5 minutes.

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Being asked which dress/earrings/shoes look best, HAVING to have an opinion about it, and said opinion then being rejected as stupid.

Having to do everything together, including watching telly. I like America's Next Top Model as much as the next man, but there IS a limit.

Buy a kettle? 😀

My first world problem is to do with dishwasher loading, specifically the cutlery drawer. I like to group spoons with spoons, forks with forks, etc, so when I empty it, I just grab handfuls of cutlery and drop it into place. If I load the dishwasher I can enjoy it with my eyes closed. So why can't she do the same???

Oh she also does that thing with the toothpaste tube, I think it's a feminine trait.

Leaving lights on.
Washing machine runs at least 3 times a day.

When I suggested she wouldn't do this if she paid the electric or water bill went menthol.

Used teabags being left on the worktop after making said cup of tea.....the bin is appx. 1 meter away.....

When I'm in charge, those people will be first against the wall.

For me, it's the missus' memory when it comes to something either of us has done wrong. Her version of events, without fail, seems to be whatever suits her particular line of attack at the time. It's almost as if she's making things up to win arguments. Of course, I get to be the world's smelliest arsehole when I give a play-by-play account that proves she's wrong, to the point that at times I wonder if I'm guilty of gas-lighting her. But then, the way she acts and sticks to her story in the face of [s]adveristy[/s] the raw, unadulterated truth, it could almost be that she's gas-lighting me.

For me,she's close to perfect, apart from being too nice and accommodating.
When I hear some of the things she lets her minions get away with, I want to charge in all football fan style.

When I hear some of the things she lets her minions get away with,

Are you married to Scarlett Overkill?
Herb?
Is that you?

I like to eat peanut butter sandwiches before I go for a ride. I like to eat all the crusts first - get the hard graft out of the way - and then enjoy the soft, moist centre bit, completely unfettered by chewy crusty crusts.

SO WHY DOES MRS WEAKLY INSIST ON WALTZING OVER, AND TAKING A BITE OUT OF [b]THE LOVELY MOIST SOFT CENTRE BIT, WITHOUT HAVING DONE ANY OF THE GROUNDWORK[/b]???

NOT ONLY IS SHE ENJOYING THE FRUITS OF [b]MY[/b] LABOUR, BUT SHE'S [b]DEPRIVING ME OF MY SOFT, MOIST, DELICIOUS CENTRE BIT[/b]!!!
[b]
AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!![/b]

Are you married to Scarlett Overkill?

Oh,she's a lot nicer than Sandra Bullock 😉

Feeding the local feral gato negro, thus encouraging it to come around then getting upset when it mauls our cats.

Complete non-sequiturs, as in this morning's text: "When are you going to fix the kitchen plug?"

Me: "What plug?"

Her: "The sink plug!"

Me: "What's wrong with it?"

Her: "It doesn't open when you turn the knob!"

Me: "That'll be because you've swopped it for the one in the sink tidy, which has a shorter stem as it's not self-opening!"

SO WHY DOES MRS WEAKLY INSIST ON WALTZING OVER, AND TAKING A BITE OUT OF THE LOVELY MOIST SOFT CENTRE BIT, WITHOUT HAVING DONE ANY OF THE GROUNDWORK???

NOT ONLY IS SHE ENJOYING THE FRUITS OF MY LABOUR, BUT SHE'S DEPRIVING ME OF MY SOFT, MOIST, DELICIOUS CENTRE BIT!!!

AAARRRGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

If she reads this she'll deprive you of HER soft, moist delicious centre bit.

[list][*]Watches soaps.[/*]
[*]Not rinsing the soap suds of anything that's been washed up.
[*]Leaving cupboards/drawers open.[/*]
[*]Leaving the fridge door open until the item taken from it has been replaced after use (eg milk).[/*]
[*]Never empties the bin.[/*]
[*]Doesn't stack the dishwasher with any system, I can get twice as much in.[/*]
[*]Puts plastic and paper in a bag on the utility room top rather than take them to the recycling bins.[/*]
[*]Expects the hoover to work efficiently when the bag is nearly full.[/*]
[*]Hoovers around any large items of furniture.[/*]
[*]Hangs toilet roll unwinding closest to wall.[/*]
[*]Brakes before changing lanes when overtaking.[/*]
[*]Revs too hard in low gears.[/*]
[*]Believes the dog when it looks at her as if to say "I haven't been fed"[/*][/list]

Humming/singing any song that's recently featured on an advert. That's pretty much all she'll sing or hum, she's that easily influenced.

Getting into a debate and getting in a huff when I actually debate rather than just listening and nodding.

Asking seemingly rhetorical questions and getting in a huff when I don't answer.

Letting the food waste caddy overflow and piling stuff on the lid rather than just emptying it.

The way she eats pizza with a knife and fork and makes it sound like she's trying to saw the planet in half.

She has many, many plus points though that more than make up for these foibles.

She gives the most evasive answers to questions. One word answers usually. Factually accurate, but as much use as a chocolate tea pot. An MP would kill to have such skill.

Say, if I ring and ask where she is, she'll say out with Lauren (our daughter). Correct but tells me nothing.

If I do the same, she asks why I'm being funny.

It boils my piss to have to ask 20 questions to get the answer....

My dishwasher one:

On emptying it she places all the forks in the same direction. All the knives are placed to face the same direction. The same for the large spoons – they all point the same way.

Then she gets to the teaspoons and she just bungs them all in willy-nilly because 'they are getting used all the time' so no need to put them away neatly.

(Shakes head in disbelief)

I like America's Next Top Model as much as the next man

Plenty, in fact most of the ones mentioned above.

The latest one seems to be standing in the doorway when I am trying to get through and then not moving until I ask her to. Almost like it is a complete surprise that somebody walking in from the car with Tesco bags in both hands wants to get through a doorway from the hallway to the kitchen.

Reading this thread it's becoming clear I'm the annoying one in our relationship. Things I do which she frequently mentions, and I continue to do:

- Squeeze toothpaste from the middle
- Leave dirty clothes on top of the wash basket, not in it
- Always forget my wallet (mostly by accident)
- Constantly 'man-looking' as she calls it eg: not spotting my keys which are in plain sight and sat exactly where I always leave them
- Playing a game I call 'bin-buckaroo' where you win the game if you can keep jamming stuff into the kitchen bin even though it is completely full and obviously needs emptying, whoever empties it loses the game... when I see her empty it I wink and shout BIN BUCKAROO
- Making a load of racket or asking stupid questions about character's backstory when she's watching one of her drama Tv shows

...might have to get some flowers on the way home 😀

Every single day, she unplugs the toaster to charge her laptop, despite there being a variety of other plugs in the house that don't:

Clutter the kitchen top with cables.
Disable the toaster.

Toast is important, it should be allowed a dedicated plug socket FFS.