Arrggghhh DH is a dickhead. An argument about the cat's food bowls has turned into me refusing to go to bed (because I'll just lie there and stew) and him saying he's going to sleep in the spare room. Except he won't, he never does when he threatens to. Which is very annoying because if really quite like him to eff off.
So, who wants to hear about the most ridiculous row ever?
I'm going to tell you anyway! Doing the 'cleaning before bed' that for me is crucial to a calm morning, and to DH is just another example of my inherent nagging. I go to feed the cats, their bowls are revolting, old stuck on food and general disgustingness. (Cats are his job, because everything else is my job). I start washing the bowls up. He dries them. I'm halfway through, he says 'fuck it, let's go to bed, we can just use their other bowls' and plonks the clean, dry bowls back in the sink full of skanky water. 'We'll leave them to soak', says he. 'Soaking isn't the same as cleaning, and they were clean already' says I, taking them out, putting them back on the side. He throws them back in the sink, covering me in skanky water in the process, kicks the clothes airer to the other side of the room terrifying the cats.
Wtf?!?
I tell him he's being a dickhead. He tells me to fuck off.
but you know when these stupid things become so much bigger in your head than they are? And silly things make you just think 'how am I supposed to stay with this man forever when he's such a wanker?'
That.