Yeah, same here. My wife doesn't do jack **** with her free time, has no interests that she spends any money on and so she's constantly bugging me that I spend money on my hobbies. I tell her if there's something she wants let's go get it, that I'd be happy to spend some money on her interests and some on mine, and then she says there's nothing she wants. Okay then, not a problem because there are definitely things I want.
Yeah, same here. My wife doesn't do jack **** with her free time, has no interests that she spends any money on and so she's constantly bugging me that I spend money on my hobbies. I tell her if there's something she wants let's go get it, that I'd be happy to spend some money on her interests and some on mine, and then she says there's nothing she wants. Okay then, not a problem because there are definitely things I want.
My wife has a hobby. Its buying boring ****. Like rugs and couches and couch pillows and household decorations and storage containers that will never have anything stored in them. Which is fine, not really but still, but the real problem is she expects me to go with her to buy this boring ****. I'd rather sit home by myself and watch Dr Phil.
Question. Not trying to troll. Were these concerns ever something you thought about before getting married? I mean it seems like you're into all sorts of things.
That's not a hobby. Unless of course these pieces are getting cycled out of the collection.
Question. Not trying to troll. Were these concerns ever something you thought about before getting married? I mean it seems like you're into all sorts of things.
She thinks every shelf, table, nook and cranny has to be filled to the brim with her junk. Then she buys more shelves to solve the issue, but instead of clearing out a bit of breathing room she manages to fill them to the brim with junk too. Then she buys these dumb *** door hanging organizer things and fills them with more junk. Then she gets those wall sticking hanger tabs and hangs more junk on them.
I swear she never finishes a damn thing and always has an excuse. She has time to go running but not put her shoes or socks away. Plenty of time to lift weights but not put the weights away. She'll do three loads of laundry at once. Two end up unfolded on the dryer and the third inside it. Why does she not just do one and call it good when she knows she won't have time to finish? Who the hell knows. She'll get the mail and open some it and leave the rest in a messy pile on the counter top. Then she'll pull out our kid's junk papers they bring home from school, and if they aren't left on the floor they'll end up in that same junk pile. Then she'll get out stuff to make lunch and leave it all over the counter, as well as whatever else she's made that day and the day before. She'll dress the kids in the morning but won't either make them put their clothes in the laundry or do it herself. She takes off her clothes in the bathroom to shower and leaves them on the floor instead of throwing them in the laundry. She hasn't cleaned our room in several years. When I clean it it's almost all her junk. I clean up after her more than my messy young children. Half the time I can't get through the door after work because there's junk piled in front of it. She never takes diapers out to the trash. They go by the front door, if I'm that lucky. She took the kids to Disneyland, came home and left all the luggage and bags of random whatever in the front room until I put them away.
One more thing. She borrows my keys without telling me so I go searching for 20 minutes before asking her. She borrowed them, didn't put them back, and has no clue where she left them. Last time it was inside a pair of shorts that surprisingly made their way into the laundry basket. Who doesn't check their jean pockets before the wash?
This is one of the best threads in GD history.
Just wait till Hartsock quits being a ***** and unself bans himself.
Then this happens
She calls me yelling about "Where is my amex!?!?" Its been on her nightstand for the past week, not in her ****ing purse where it ****ing goes. I tell her where it is.
"UGGHHHH, FINE TRANSFER ME SOME MONEY TO MY OTHER CARD! NOW!"
Hell, no, if you're going to be an ******* you can turn your pretty little *** around, drive home, and go get the AMEX THAT YOU MISPLACED!
That's a good oneI have a lot of freedom at work. I'm a bad *** that's in high demand so I make the rules. Anywho, occasionally my wife will need me to come home early so I can watch the kids so she can go do whatever it is she needs to do. So she'll say can you be home at 330? And I always make sure I say "Maybe, I'll try" Then she'll always be texting me all god damn day about being home at exactly 330 or else her day, plans and life will be ruined. The thing is I always get home at 330 and she NEVER EVER leaves until well after then sometimes hours after then. But yet the next time she will still be harassing me about being home at 330 or else its the end of the world. I'm going to be home at 330 today. She'll be laying in bed. The girl she is going to go do something with will not be answering her texts. And they will leave at 5. Mark my words.
LolWakes up.