To ask what they have to put up with?

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There are always threads bashing the DPs/DHs/DWs and all the irritating things they do. So what does your OH have to put up with that you do?

My DP has to put up with me tickling him all the time. It especially annoys him because I'm not ticklish so he can't get me back. He also puts up with popcorn in the bed from when we have watched a film and I have missed my mouth. Poor guy. Never hardly ever complains about it.

Ok, DP has just lost his Saint status. He elbowed me in the face in his sleep.

Haha DH once half woke up, leant over and nutted me. Was very apologetic when he woke up properly and has never done it before or since... I kick him all the time though as I twitch badly as I drop off to sleep so it was probably revenge!

I'm overly sensitive and question every wee thing. If he didn't smile or look at me in the way I want him to but that's coming up to my time of month it drives him mad. I can twist things he says in my weird head I will cry and expect him to know why but when I look back I know I'm bonkers

My DP always tells me to use my words when I am just staring at him and expecting him to know what I want.

Reading all these back, it's amazing that he hasn't killed me yet.

Wandering legs in bed. It winds him up every night but my legs automatically work their way to his side of the bed and hook over him.

One particular day in the month, about 3 days before my period is due, when I get PMT like clockwork. I have horrendous mood swings and them am back to normal the next day...he's learned to tiptoe.

I'm lucky, I don't have massive mood swings throughout the month. I'm just a moody cow all the time

Ha yes! My dh doesn't call them mood swings anymore, he just says I'm 'worse than usual'

I was depressed for a couple of years and one part of that was that I became undeservingly hyper critical of him. He's amazing. I've been trying to claw my grace back.

VioletBam good for you- it creeps up doesn't it? You sound like you're in a great relationship if he can express how stressful he finds it and you can take it on the chin.
and for the weekend ahead...

dudsville, your DP sounds lovely and supportive.

The mess! So awfully messy! And the impatience, and the shouting. I'm such a catch, aren't I?

I don't think I too much like hard work.

I'm a bit disorganised (but our lives run pretty well).
I spend a lot of time in my own head (but that's how I make a living).

My DP has to put up with my craft stuff! I make my own cards, do a bit of sewing, experimenting with Pyography. We no longer have a dining table as it's buried under craft stuff .

Oh god loads.

I spend too much. I drink too much. I'm moody, impulsive and have very low tolerance. I'm also incredibly lazy.

Amazingly, in ten years, we've never had a row.

He's a saint.

He is Bing, very kind and patient.

I hoard books, spend too much and tend to be generally a bit lazy.

Also he seems to be cottoning on to the fact that the "brownie points" I've been dolling out for the past 5 years can't actually be exchanged for the marvelous prizes he assumed they could. It's a stupid saying mum used to use that I somehow picked up, last year I discovered he thought he was actually collecting reward points of some kind and at this point I don't have the heart to tell him.

Oh and I hate his mother, but try my best to not let it show (as far as he knows I find her mildly irritating on occassion).

So many things.

I can be over-sensitive.
I'm disorganised.
I swear too much.
I am an emotional wreck when I have PMT.
I always hog the duvet in my sleep.
I am a rubbish cook.
I never take the bins out/do any gardening.
I am a worrier so he spends quite a lot of time reassuring me.
I leave biscuit crumbs in the bed.

Fortunately DH is very laid back and has the patience of a saint

Kaos actually laughing at him thinking he was collecting Brownie Points. 😂

Koas bless your DH, thinking "brownie points" are the same as Nectar points

DP thinks that I'm impertinent (true), that my sister is a spoilt brat (true), that I don't enjoy skiing or flying enough to share his passions (true), that I can eat pretty much whatever I want and not gain weight (true).

I'm the messy slob. I stack things in the dishwasher the wrong way, I leave (almost invisible) crumbs on the counter, I don't care if the kitchen drawers are closed, I park the car on the grass, my clothes may be evidence of my last meal, the laptop keyboard has residues, I don't hang things straight on the washing line (you get the idea).

I'm a little bit very opinionated.

Not much embarrasses me so I'm prepared to do things that other people would find mortifying (he is mortified on my behalf which is nice of him)

I have no poker face. So if I think one of his work colleagues is talking nonsense it's apparently very plain even if I heroically say nothing. I do try.

I forget nothing

In paradox to the last statement I get lost all the time.

Major anxiety, severe OCD, my irrational, sometimes vicious Mum, my twat of a brother, my scumbag XH. He is a bloody saint for putting up with me and my continuous anxiety/panic attacks/irrational fears and backing me up constantly, even when I'm being utterly ridiculous, he calms me down without making me feel daft and never makes light of it all. He's bloody awesome!

Such tolerant and saintly partners we all have. It's nice to not talk about them in a degrading way for once.