Once again, 'when someone tells you/shows you who they are, believe them.'
Anyone marrying one of the guys described on this thread has a lifetime of misery ahead of them.
My husband has been working from home and finding the work no less intense than normal. However, there's no decompression time which he usually does on the journey home.
So, if he's still feeling ratty and I'm watching t.v. after a day of trying to find groceries, standing in queues being mindful of social distancing etc etc etc I just don't have the patience for him slagging off a quiz I like to watch because in his opinion the questions are easy. It's just my chill time. I don't care how easy of difficult the questions are. No point losing my temper, I can do with the kicked puppy or sulky sad face and martyred look on his face.
However when we watch the quiz shows that he likes, we watch in a near religious silence unless he's being a clever dick and answering the questions.
Or I'll remark on something and he'll grunt his disapproval rather than discuss it. This just makes me cross and hurts my feelings.
Later on I'm watching a soap opera but it obviously stresses him because he will just be bitching and moaning all the way through it whilst insisting he doesn't care and isn't interested. He doesn't do this to any other t.v. show. Especially, of course, a t.v. show that he likes.
Then there's the walk. The damn near religious devotion of, 'the walk.' I've been on my feet all fucking day in various queues and don't want to walk, but, again to save been made to feel guilty for saying no I end up going with him and listening to his chatter.
No bad tempered digs and grunting from me.