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?...

NaughtySausage - thinking back to my politics degree, I am afraid that your dh may be, at least partially, correct about the Queen having certain constitutional powers, but not using them - there is an unwritten consent that the monarch could, for example, dissolve Parliament, but doesn't.

StinkingBishop - dh and I don't row over what can and can't go in the recycling, but only because I exercise superhuman patience and don't kill him in the actual face for his inability to remember that envelopes can't go in the recycling, nor can the plastic packaging from the weekend supplements - so I feel your pain!

Love this thread. Last summer we bought a new flat screen tv to go on the wall in the lounge. Unpacked it and propped it up in front of the wall on a table to get an idea how it would look. The wall is opposite a large window, and the sun was shining in. All I could see on the screen was a reflection of the window, plants on the sill, garden beyond.

I then spent 5 hours ranting and screaming and crying at DH because it was obviously his fault that the sun moves round from east to west so would be in our southwest facing garden for almost all of the afternoon, meaning we wouldn't see the tv screen properly.

He, to his credit, didn't retaliate at all, realising that the fact I was due to start chemotherapy in the next few days was making me behave somewhat irrationally.

The tv is in place on the wall and the reflection isn't a problem at all.

I also once stopped speaking to a bf for a week after dreaming that he cheated on me with a girl I knew from school. I never spoke to her again. They didn't know each other and had never met.

Oh the air ship and spring onion gate made me snort!

These are also making me v happy that I don't food shop or mean plan or cook. DP does all that now. because we nearly killed each other in first year of cohabitation trying to share responsibilities

We are both control freaks so have divided duties, not shares.

Shared

Nope. Much as it pains me to disagree with such a well-respected MNer, it is 'berry', *BeerTricks. Sorry.

I was right btw.

Bury near Manchester is burry; Bury St Edmunds is bewry street berry sunt.

You "berry" your secrets deep in your heart and hide them under blankets of guilt, resentment and fear.

I am also disagreeing. Otherwise I have spent 30 years pronouncing the people I paid my council tax to incorrectly! Tis Berry. We have this argument a lot. DH is from Bolton and says I'm wrong.

We had a humdinger of a row once. There were tears, stomping, drink throwing, you name it. It stopped when DH stopped mid rant and said 'seriously??? We're rowing about cheesecake?!' We now no longer by cheesecake unless it's a small one just for me

shameless place marking for catching up later!

I had the best nonsense rows with my ex we fell out really badly because i said I didn't want to 'burn my boats' and he said I could only say 'burn my bridges' and laughed at my stupidity and general thickness and I laughed at his! - deep sulks all round, months later I saved a copy of woman's weekly because it had someone in it using the phrase 'burn your boats' my ex then said I was so petty for keeping it!

OOOH Im annoyed again now and I've not seen him for ten years!

I had not considered the town of Bury - which is very wrong of me, because the fabric for my bridesmaids' dresses came from Mad Ada's stall in Burry market. And it definitely is Burry. When it comes to interring things, and that Suffolk town, it is berry, all the way.

Love the fact that people are getting all angry again reliving the arguments - especially if they are people who have long since left our lives

BECAUSE WE WERE RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I broke up with my ex over differing interpretations of the philosophy of Immanuel Kant. It was the final straw.

I have almost broken up with my SON over the correct pronunciation of Immanuel Kant...

Never ever heard of Immanuel Kant!!!

Love the fact that people are getting all angry again reliving the arguments

Fucking bastard would kill me during a zombie apocalypse :(

Proclean I'm outraged on your behalf. Of course you can burn your boats, meaning you can't return. Had he never watched Mutiny On The Bounty?

You can do bridges too.

Bury is berry. Unless you're from Bury. Then it's burry

FastWindow. That is truly an excellent way of dealing with Spoonyfuckerism. I am going to do that the very next time. It will probably be a chilli or spag bol that becomes unpalatable. Can't wait now.

I think someone else mentioned a row over their DH insisting on custody of the passports.

I used to have that too. DH is convinced that everyone in the world is reckless and careless and he is the only one who stands between us and chaos. The reality is somewhat different but I usually indulge him.

He used to keep custody of all the travel documents - tickets, passports, boarding passes etc which would be kept in his special red plastic folder. They'd be doled out to me on an as-and-when basis and expected back for safe-keeping like I was on a school trip.

It didn't really bother me that much except that he has been brought up very chivalrously, so always lets the lady go first. So we'd walk down the linkway to the plane, he'd insist on letting me go first, we'd get to the door of the plane and the flight attendant would say: 'Boarding pass, Madam?' and then I'd turn to him and say: 'Where's my boarding pass?' and then he would hunt around in his pockets for the boarding pass and sometimes give me his while everyone around us thought: 'Wife beater alert.'

One day he couldn't find the boarding passes and had a sweating meltdown in front of a huge queue. Instead of being indulgent I just screamed at him. I know people were clocking us on the plane.

But since that day I am allowed custody of my own boarding pass. Since that day I hand it over and sail on and he continues to hunt around in his pockets saying: 'Ooh! It's here somewhere.'

This is hilarious. We have the following:

1. Is the "h" in whale silent? I say no. DH says yes. So it should then be pronounced as "Wales"? Like the country? That is clearly wrong. DH still contends that I am pronouncing it incorrectly and the h is silent. Apparently, my mispronunciation is due to my "funny" accent - I am Scottish. I call him a racist and we don't speak for two days.

1. Teeth cleaning. This can cause nuclear arguments. DH insists that the correct way to clean one's teeth with an electric toothbrush is to use some funny tilt type movement whilst essentially "letting the brush do the work". I think the best way is to use a scrubbing type movement as the combo of that and the movement of the toothbrush leads to a superior clean

As DH is a dentist, he contends he is right he may have a point However, his insistence to be right, drives him to try and sneak up on me when I'm cleaning my teeth. I do them in the morning in the shower which is often interrupted by DH diving through the curtain like something from Psycho whilst bellowing "let the brush do the work"!