Really stupid things you and your DP/DH have had massive rows about....

[PuppyMonkey]

Me and DP had a corker last night - he thumped the wall and strode off to bed early in a huff. The works. Because...... wait for it.....

We were watching that Red Riding thing on TV and I was trying to explain the plot. And he wasn't understanding and I was getting very impatient telling him the same thing over and over. It got REALLY HEATED.

Honestly, I nearly felt like divorcing him except we've never actually got married.

We kissed and made up this morning though.

Where my gym shoes are.

Where my sewing box is.

Where the magazine I was halfway through is.

He's going through a tidying-up phase [sigh]

Virtual reality. Hearing the time travel ones is somewhat comforting.

The fact that I don't understand how the central heating works drives my usually mild mannered, very patient husband to distraction. Last time we talked about it he ended up throwing a hissy fit about me 'not even trying to understand the system' and storming out of the room.

The central heater/thermostat remains the elephant in the room in our relationship...

lol

i asked dp to pass me the salt for my dinner and he said i didnt need any. i said i want salt pass it and he said its fine without. i said i havent asked permission to see if i can have salt i am an adult and choose to have salt, he shouted back you are not an adult you are just arguementative.
i stormed off to get the salt and threatened to cover him in it. we didnt speak all dinnertime.

over the word tipify (sp). Dh didn't think it was a word. therefore I am stupid. cue lots of huffing and puffing and stomping

Photosynthesis (and we are NOT plant physiologists)

We used to row ALL the time about whose turn it was to listen to our music in the car!
I used to say it was fair to have half a journey each. DH honestly thought that as he is very 'musical' and listens to classy type music and I just listen to Girls Aloud or something like that, then his music listening time should be proprtionally higher (as it was obvious that music 'mattered' more to him pmsl)
We argued that one out for years.

I bought garlic doughballs instead of garlic ciabatta to go with lasagne, fatal error apparently, saw his arse big time! To which I replied, you fucking buy it next time!

He ate them BTW after all that fuss, and said, oh they were actually quite nice those, spoilt brat!

washing up properly

We have just had one about who boiled the kettle and is therefore entitled to use the water in said kettle.

[sigh]

We used to be housemates before dating so that sowed the seed for many petty arguments.

Most of ours are about driving. We had to stop for 45 minutes on a service station on the M5 once because he didn't like the way I check my mirror. So I pulled off and said I was never driving him anywhere again and he refused to drive anywhere again because I needed to practice. Huge standoff.

Washing up is a massive one.

I can't believe people have so many rows about washing-up. We have a simple rule - one person doth cook, the other washeth up or stacketh the dishwasher. Whichever way round it is, it seems to work pretty well.

It's not about the washing up getting done, UQD, it'll be about whether they're doing it right :O

A dishwasher saves a lot of arguments.

My father and stepmother had this long running row (it lasted nearly 30 years): my father, when the mood took him, would have a couple of glasses of wine and then would announce that the Irish had never done enough to help the British during the Second World War. And my (Irish) stepmother would react every single time, and they wouldn't speak for days. The night before my first wedding was one of the top nights my DF decided to have this debate .

All of the above

Oh the round sof toast reminds me of one (yes there are many)

I think one slice of bread can make a sandwich. He thinks you need two.

UQD- does it? It seems since the dishwasher it just means I do all of it and he complains when he can't find something in the cupboard not thinking it maybe in the dishwasher.

DH sometimes corrects my use of English in front of his parents. It ticks me off because in our house HE is Science and Maths and I am English and Arts.

And he's always wrong.

The last time he did it we had a spectacularly ferocious row which lasted the whole day.

Oh and we row about the fact that he will NEVER, NEVER admit he's wrong, even in the face of incontrovertible evidence proving that he is.

I meant to do a

Always, always about driving. Without fail. We have had some spectacular rows in the car.

I know, I know, uqd!
To be fair, we seem to have turned a corner re washing up.

Our biggest row at the moment is wiping surfaces.

our biggest row was when I asked him why, when cutting rind off six rashers of bacon, he had to do each one individually and couldn't hold them together and do all 6 at once

men just cannot multi-task