AIBU to think Ikea was created by the Devil to test relationships?

[BowieFan]

Me and DP both had a rare day off together today. We decided (foolishly) that we would finally and go and pick out a new bed for our bedroom which we've just finished redecorating.

4 hours and some meatballs later and we finally left Ikea with the bed (not the one we wanted but I refused to leave empty handed).

DP has just finished putting it together. There's 4 screws left over, a bolt of some kind and several plastic things. I am terrified to sit on the bed in case it collapses under the slightest weight.

AIBU to think Ikea is actually hell and was created to see how strong a relationship is? It isn't even DP's fault and I wanted to murder him before we left.

YANBU I will never go to IKEA with anyone else ever. It's almost bearable alone.

I'm amazed the rot only set in when you got home. I don't think we have ever managed to make it round the store before someone starts mentioning divorce

It is the queue for the tills that usually does for us. Well done for getting home!

I knew I'd married the right man when we managed to go the whole way round IKEA, twice, and order a whole new kitchen, without a single row.

TBH I think the divorce rate would plummet if it was a required test before getting married... but then so would the marriage rate...

I honestly thought that Ikea-based arguments were a unique experience between my OH and myself. Until I started talking about it and other couples shared the experience- then I've seen memes and articles in it etc and it really does make me laugh and wonder what it does to a couple!

I think we have a good balance though- we go and eat first (enjoyment, happiness, delight at the cheap pricing...) then shop (fallout, smirk at each other's decisions, argue about when to get the main thing we decided to trek to the store for...argue at the checkout for all the stuff we've bought and how much it's cost) then get home and work like ninjas on an assembly line- I get all the bits out, organise and read instructions- he gets the satisfaction of building with power tools ( if he can incorporate them somewhere) and I usually hide any leftover bits...

PenguindreamsofDisco

I think it's only because after 20 years, DP has finally realised I hate Ikea. Last year, we went and I genuinely didn't speak to him for about three days afterwards. We went in for a lamp. A single lamp. We ended up leaving with a lamp, a chair, salt and pepper shakers, a dinner service, cutlery, a new duvet set and a desk.

I think the only reason they have cafes is so you can't use the "come on, let's get out of here so we can get something to eat" excuse that you use in other shops.

Ikea are evil geniuses. They've also somehow made it that you never get two Ikea lovers in a relationship together. One person always loves Ikea and one always hates it. I think two Ikea lovers in a relationship together would make the universe implode.

Oh and by the way, DP refuses to use the instructions. Yes, he's one of those men.

"I've repaired helicopters in Afghanistan!" he says.

I can't help but feel repairing a helicopter in Afghanistan would be preferable to trying to put together an Ikea bookcase with the allen keys they give you.

This thread has made me realise that the answer to the 'what's one of the little, unique things you love about your DP' question is that he seems to really enjoy assembling Ikea furniture. He doesn't seem to mind going the shop either as long as it's at a quiet time like in the evening or first thing on Saturday morning (it's only 2 miles away so not a great trek).

Why the IKEA hate, its just a large store. If you take note of the shortcuts between departments you can be in and out. I love IKEA, live 10 mins drive away from one.

You can check stock availability online to save a wasted journey - I always do that if going for large items.

YANBU. We hate each other in Ikea. I don't even like meatballs. Our marriage is held together by unwrapping mini Daims for each other in lieu of apologies in the car on the way home.

Bowie The first thing DP always seems to do when preparing an Ikea assembly marathon is to use the provided Allen key to select the right size bit for his cordless screwdriver and then ignore the Ikea Allen key while he then gets on with assembly using the appropriate sized cordless screwdriver/drill thing (he has at least 3 from a tiny little one, which is the only one I am allowed to use up to a great fuck off hammery type one) and I think he just enjoys getting them all out to play with, like an adult version of a toy tool set

I have never been to IKEA, the nearest store is 2 and a half hours away on a good day. Reading this thread makes me feel grateful it's far enough away not to be a tempting prospect :)

Don't mind the furniture assembly - and you don't have to use the supplied tools I have quite a few options for that. The in store experience is horrific though.

The last time I went to Ikea, it was full of pregnant couples hissing at each other.

It's like a casino - no clocks, no day light, lots of cheap eats and drinks, people losing their life savings and sanity.

Yes, it is like a casino! Good analogy

lol YADNBU

I don't get Ikea. It's hell. Last time we went we went to buy one specific item of furniture. Neither of us shop for 'fun'. We don't do 'browsing'. Taking a toddler was a massive mistake.

Everyone else seemed to stroll around at snails pace getting in the way. Finding anything specific is nigh on impossible.

Then queuing for about 30mins just to pay. Ridiculous. DH threatened divorce if I ever suggest going their again.

Can I just make a plug for the facility on their website to check stock levels of specific items at specific stores before setting off to the Blue Warehouse of Hell...?

YADNBU.

He also created it as the eighth circle of Hell - needed the increased capacity.

I took my DM this week. It's a 45 minute drive each way.

3 fnucking side plates.

One of the things I love about Ikea is watching dh put together the furniture - he's just so bloody calm and competent at it. I tend to just sit there gazing adoringly at him whilst he magically assembles it all, occasionally I'll hold up some bits so he can hammer them together but mainly I am a spectator.

I like the casino analogy- I get very disorientated whenever I visit, due to the lack of natural light and the fact that you are forced round the shop in a sort of wiggly vaguely circular route so I'm never really sure where I am.

I also thing a visit to ikea is a bit like pregnancy/child birth in that I find it painful and vow never to do it again but then a few years later I seem to forget all the negative stuff and get a burning desire to do it all again.

Those who are of a like mind might like to google Lancashire Hotpots Ikea song (I'd post a link but not sure how)- it says it all I think.

TheWernethWife

You would think so. Every time we check, they have what we want, we get there and then they don't. I'm sure it's on purpose.

BarbaraofSeville

DP has more tools than B&Q which he can never fucking find when we need them which he says are too complicated, so we use what comes with it.

I can now hear frustrated banging from upstairs which either means DP has got angry or he's just trying to fit the bits left over into random places now.

chunkymum1

I sooo get the casino analogy! I've never seen so many people risking their lives and life savings in one place before. All for a £45 bloody bookcase.

Another thing that disorientates me is everything with quirky names or in foreign. That and the checkout people are soooo slow. And those are the ones they let you see! I'm terrified of how bad the people in the warehouse hidden from view are.