ridiculous topics for marital rows

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OK, so I caught myself getting cross at hubby when on family holiday for having fruit and fibre for breakfast as he was 'obviously' trying to engineer more 'me time' on the loo away from the kids.

Please, please tell me I'm not the only one to have picked THE most ludicrous fight? Other examples please....or am I a lone witch?...

ing that we were right. I was right!

Disgrace - how do you pronounce Nene other than to rhyme with bean??

(and I do know where it is - Nene Valley Railway is a favourite half way stop off en route to holiday locations!)

phantom: Nene is pronounced "bean" east of NVR Stibbington and "ben" west of it. The exact point at which it changes has caused mass brawls in boating pubs before now.

My biggest argument with my boyfriend was about whether Converse were or were not 'mainstream'. I ended up leaving (we don't live together).

They are totally mainstream these days, aren't they? They adorn the feet of at least 50% of my A level students.

The great Cluedo showdown of 1989 sticks in my mind. DH and I had been brought up with slightly different rules; on mature reflection his were more on the accurate side. Anyway, we all knew I knew which cards were in the envelopes so he employed the technically correct but a
mean spirited tactic of dragging my Miss Scarlett half way across the board on some trumped up accusation to delay my inevitable victory.

The first time, I smiled, the second time I was put out, but by the third time, I was steaming. Words were had, not too loud as we had company and I didn't want to look ridiculous, you understand. I pinched his arm a few times, in an exaggeratedly jolly manner but bloody HARD and I excused myself. Without upturning the board, I'm not immature.

well disgrace, I never knew Nene was as controversial as Shrewsbury!

I LOVE this thread.

Our most recent stupid fight was how well woudl the dog talk he could talk. I maintained level of a smart 2 year old, i.e. simple sentences, DH said only single words. This got quite heated.

I also had a flaming row with his father recently over press freedom in Singapore (can't remember how we got on to this topic but it got to him tellign me shut up and me telling him to fuck off).

Who would survive best as an 1880s pioneer in the Midwest. (We're both British.) I said I would, because I have a positive outlook, whereas he is a grumpy bugger who would refuse to make the best of things and thus lacked the necessary pioneer spirit.

He said he would, because my shelter would surely collapse, resulting in my inevitable death from hypothermia, while he toasted his misery in a snug log cabin.

We had a proper slanging match over it. It is my favourite argument of all time.

One of our bitterest quarrels, lasting several hours, concerned the origin of zero.

Well it was my favourite argument, until I read about Gennz's 'dog speech' row.

Cheesybadger my DH says he's just gesticulating when he means hypothesising but that makes me chuckle as I rather like the word gesticulate and you don't get enough opportunity to use it (for it's correct meaning)

Kairos at sponsored!

I'd blocked out our driving rages as I bought him a very expensive sat nav as soon as they came out so we could stay in a relationship. I have shrieked at him in front of a car full of his friends over his inability to listen to my driving directions. My favourite was when he refused to turn left because there was a car following too closely. How does anyone ever turn left or right then??? Just bloody indicate and slow down well before the turning!!!!!

^its FFS iPad!!

One of the earliest rows with my x was about whether Anglicans had Communion. We were standing under the notice outside our parish church which stated: Holy Communion 10.30.

Great thread

DH and I once had a huge row because he cooked me the tea I had asked for. I maintained that although I wanted it I knew he didn't really like it so we'd have something else, he insisted it was fine and he would cook it, I said he was being a martyr and I wouldn't enjoy it because I would know he wasn't enjoying it. It ended up with me dumping the cooked tea in the bin. Plate and all. In my defence I was heavily pregnant.

Our most recent ridiculous argument was over who should eat the dust in the bottom of the Rice Krispies packet before opening the new box... was dealing with newborn at the time

Weirdly, I now want to go to Ikea and fight.

The most ridiculous row I can think of is which school we would send DD to if we won the lottery!!!! Very ridiculous considering the chances are very slim and DD is only 1 haha!!

I truly love my husband. But-

He frequently drives the car on suburban roads using the cruise controls only 'for fun' (his not mine) resulting in driving too close, late braking, me hitting imaginary brake pedal from passenger side.

Me: you're too close
He: calm down.
Me: you're very aggressive
He: you're being precious
Me: cunt

He also subscribes to the fucking annoying 'visual filing' system meaning if he can't see it it's not there. Teetering piles of shite build up, I lose patience, gather it all up and drop kick it into the bedroom.

Me: would you please sort through this lot
He: yeah, yeah... I forget them when I can't see them
Me: like a 9 month old? If you can't see it, it doesn't exist?
He: you don't have to hide everything
Me: it's in the filing cabinet. And it's tidy.
He: you're being precious
Me: cunt

I broke up with someone once over The Birdie Song. It was following on from a row about Lionel Ritchie's "Hello", so I knew we were doomed.

My BF and I had to leave a pub after arguing about Hello Arse. She insisted the girl in the video was deaf (and in fact Mary Stuart Masterson off of Children of a Lesser God) while I - correctly - knew she was blind, black and wtf would be the point of a song where the object of love couldn't hear the singing and didn't she remember the bit where she ran her hands over Lionel's face?

On the plus side, we now great each other by singing 'hello' and giving each others' faces a wee pat, so that's all good then I don't think she likes it but I'm not giving it up

Very soon after we were married my normally good natured DH and I had a vicious argument about whether our kitchen blinds should be lined.
I bought the only suitable blinds fort he kitchen ( which looked out on to a small road) but they turned out to be see through, he thought I should make linings for them. When it became clear neither of us would give in we decided divorce or tossing a coin were the only answers, fortunately I won the toss. We learned a lot from that.

We tend to argue about the fact DP likes to move my things, i.e paperwork to an obscure place where I would never ever consider looking for it. Also, his idea of cleaning up is to just move one pile of crap to another part of the room.

oh dear god germgirl speaking through the cat because you arent speaking to each other is the funniest thing ever - that is fabulous