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

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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.

Direct quote from the early days of our relationship, me to Other Half:

"I love you to bits, I'll do anything for you, except take you to Ikea" (I have a car, he doesn't)

Ifitquackslikeaduck

I had to have meatballs because if I'd have had a meal involving knives I probably would've stabbed DP.

I much prefer the food at Costco - a hot dog and drink for £1.50! BARGAIN! I can also buy 72 toilet rolls and a gallon of vegetable oil in one go (can you tell I am a Costco addict?)

Update 2:

FIL has turned up with a saw. I imagine we'll probably be sleeping on an air bed tonight. Is it too early to open a bottle of wine?

DS1, DS2, DP and FIL are all now trying (and failing) as a team to assemble this bed. Four men standing (in typical man stance) with their hands on their hips and puffing out their cheeks is a sight to behold.

We last went to IKEA together when DD1 was a toddler. She is now 15.

I swore I would only go back again if I can smoke a REALLY STRONG spliff in the carpark.

I hate Ikea! This card says it all for me!

www.johnlewis.com/woodmansterne-ikea-greeting-card/p1621126?navAction=jump&_requestid=3645258

I've never been to Ikea, it'd be a 4hr round trip and I probably wouldn't buy anything (the last 2 times we went to Meadowhall we came away empty handed). I think I just get too flustered in big places to shop.

I am gifted with flatpack though, but DH is not allowed in the house room when I'm putting it together.

We love ikea 😆 But we usually just have the meatballs and then go round and watch couples arguing. The chocolate bars we bring home are worth it too.

Saying that, I need a new desk for my office...

Saw this and laughed

Open the wine.

I once went to IKEA with my ex (surprisingly not the reason he's an ex). We went to buy two new bedside tables and managed the whole shop without killing each other, made more impressive by the fact that it was a Sunday. We get the flat packs home and ex builds ONE before buggering off away with work for a WEEK and leaving this huge flat pack in the middle of the bedroom. 'Don't try to build it' he says 'you won't be strong enough' he says. 'Well' thought I 'fuck you'. Turns out he was right, I wasn't strong enough. It took me 5 fucking hours to build that bedside table and I had to hide the spare bits at the bottom of the bin before he came home as his didn't have leftover parts. On the plus side, he was so impressed by my ability to build it that I got to keep both bedside tables when he left either that or he thought it might collapse

We have a method whereby DP has a coffee in the cafe, I go round and add things to my trolley, bring them to show him and veto any items and then we pay and leave.

I have to show this thread to DH
He loathes IKEA with an intensity bordering on complete mania.
I have to promise all sorts if I want to go{blush]

Ikea is a godsend, I have always been good at diy, so to me flatpacks are a doddle, what I really hate though is previous boyfriends pretending to know how to assemble a flat pack, when they clearly don't, then male pride stops you stepping in doing it yourself, now that would drive me fcukibg mental and is a def deal breaker.

It's awful.

We always, always argue, no matter what.

It's hell is Ikea, I don't mind the products but the store? Jesus.

Toffeeboffin you can always order online.

I never ever ever take DH to Ikea. I'm Kallaxing at the moment and all he's good for is lifting the boxes out of the car. He also looks on adoringly as I put it all together.

But seriously op, more than 3 hours to make a bed, we have already made suggestions about reading the instructions or watching a youtube video, but you not doing anything about it

Ooh IKEA bed self assembled

In the course of our marriage, DH and I have broken three IKEA beds. This is a reflection of our DIY skills or lack of rather than our sex life, sadly

Last year my DD moved into a flat with her boyfriend. As kind, loving parents we drove 350 to help them move in. DH hired a van and we negotiated our way to the Croydon Ikea. She bought many, many items of flat pack furniture including a bed. DH spent hours, and hours building everything, then we drove 350 miles home. 6 months later they split up and she sold all the furniture. She walked away with only a nest of tables - which didn’t even need to be built. Since that day DH has vowed he is NEVER going back to Ikea. Thankfully we don’t need anymore furniture so have no need to ever venture back.

Shelagh, I love the kallax, and the drawers are so cool, its a really cool and practical design, see it everywhere even on Alan sugars apprentice last night! I always feel a tremendous sense of accomplishment when completing a flat pack, even though they have done the hard work in precutting and predrilling for you. I mean how the cfku can you get it wrong?

they just need proper assistants. See an example here (from about 2:20)

DP (who is a man) got eyed-up by a man in IKEA once- he had come straight from work and was looking more or less presentable, whereas I had been with 3 or 4 pre schoolers all day and was wearing a baggy fleece stained with mashed banana. The guy glanced at me, sussed the situation and then looked back pityingly at DP, who was oblivious to the whole thing.

DH thinks Ikea is the worst place in the world. The last time we went I nearly stabbed him in the eye with one of the free pencils. We'd gone to get some furniture for our new house and we'd looked online and pretty much made the decisions.
DH hummed and hawed over every bloody thing. He got in peoples way. He got in my way. Having finally had a bloody long look at everything we went for meatballs. He then threw a strop that I didn't answer my phone as I'd gone to sit down and he was queuing for food. He didn't know how many meatballs I wanted
Lots?
When it came to collecting the flat packs he threw another strop. He decided it was pointless and we'd never get it all in the car.
I told him that we might as well go home.
He stopped again, but loaded the trolley.
He stropped in the queue of course, that was the point I was wondering how to fashion a weapon from a pencil.
He stropped in the car, but it did all go in.
He then stropped about the receipt as he thought we'd been overcharged. We had. He stropped when I said to go to customer services and I'd stay with the now sleeping toddler. No dh, I can't go, you insisted on paying on your card.
He came back perky as he'd seen a couple who'd paid to have their furniture put together and it was obviously too massive to go in the car. He said it was very funny.
He has agreed that if we want anything we just order online now. Less risk of divorce that way.