Oh yes, plenty times in our 15 years of marriage I’ve thought actually can’t stand you.
He can’t do anything quietly. Loud footsteps, loud voice, loud sneezing….
The snoring. Oh the fucking snoring…..
Skidmarks on the toilet never cleaned.
When our daughter was newborn and sleeping in our room I would be up like 6am to feed her, then I’d put her back down and try to have another couple hours sleep. But he would get up for work and stomp around the room, making as much noise as possible and spraying his deodorant for what felt like hours, and I would lying there wanting to strangle him and thinking ‘if you wake her I may actually commit murder’.
He puts a washing on then leaves it in there, not hanging it up, it festers, the rest of the washing piles up, he puts it on again and so the cycle continues for sometimes, I kid you not, three or four cycles. I do mine and dds but it’s not like I refuse to his with ours, he wants it done separately but just doesn’t bloody hang it up!
I do love the sod though.