Today it's dinner. He's cooking something I'm not specially keen on, but says he can pick up stuff for me from the shops on his way home if I want something different. So I ask for spinach and ricotta tortellini and some carbonara sauce, which I'll chuck together with some mushrooms and other stuff. Except when he gets home, he tells me he got cheese and ham tortellini, because he "didn't think spinach and ricotta would work with carbonara sauce". Well who the fuck cares what you think, if I wanted cheese and ham tortellini I'd have asked for it! Now as it is I don't even know if I want my dinner, if all it's gonna be is a riot of cheese and ham. Why would you ask someone what they want, and then get something else?
Or last weekend, we'd gone out for the day and my battery died on my phone. So I start rummaging around in my bag for my charger, which I'd put in that morning. You know, in case my battery died. But I can't find it in my bag and I'm starting to think I've gone nuts, when DP informs me that he spotted my charger in my bag before we left and took it out, because "I didn't think you'd need it". Well, who the fuck cares what you think I need, surely it's up to me what goes in my own sodding handbag!! As it was I couldn't charge my phone, and I spent the rest of the afternoon pissed off with him.
These are literally a few examples among the many hundreds where he's assumed that he knows better than I do. It's starting to give me disproportionate rage. I'm literally sulking in the bedroom because he's bought the wrong sodding pasta. But he does it all the time and I've had enough!