[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.