Mine drives me bananas. He
goes out with his friends a couple of times a week at least and invariably comes home pissed, no earlier than 1.30 am, wakes me up with unreciprocated amorousness, is useless the next day and can't get up with our son (even though it's usually his turn) and then can't understand why I'm fed up. It's not the going out, it's the repetition. I need my sleep!
removes his socks and tosses them in the living room/dining room/kitchen but crucially, one about half an hour after the other, so that when the sock collecting fairy is tidying up the second sock is always nigh on impossible to find.
pinches the magazine section if I go to the loo, make a cup of tea, look in the other direction for 30 secs etc.
criticises my housekeeping skills. Admittedly he does a better job than me. It's just he only does it once a month, if that.
loses his temper when he is being unreasonable and I call him on it, and then tells me I'm being selfish/unsympathetic/unfair.
tells me to 'go steady' on the chocs (I am pregnant). I tell him he looks more preggo than me (he does!).
never buys me flowers/birthday card. Birthday present? You are joking, surely...
rarely open his post and piles his crap on my desk then tells me 'we' need to do some filing.
uses every pan in the kitchen when he cooks (but, he is an amazing cook and he does almost all the cooking).
never, ever, puts things back in the fridge, or even puts lids on them, when he's made himself a scooby snack.
rarely actually makes me a cup of tea. He often asks if I want one, which is something I suppose. He does boil the kettle sometimes.
always forgets to lift the seat when he goes for a pee in the dark.
sulks.
speaks to his mother on the phone about 8 times a day.
And this is just a short list. I could probably go on for days. But then, I guess, so could he. I bet he has his own perfectly justified list. Ultimately, I do love him, and love means I live in hope that some day, some of these things will change. I think men sometimes take a long, long time to mature, especially ones without brothers and sisters. I do find whispering the serenity prayer to myself on an almost hourly basis is very helpful.
Good luck! You are not alone!