My Mrs is driving me effin mental.

My beloved is off work sick, allegedly, I am off too and we are now on day 2 of, send for a doctor, I won’t make it till tea time, scenario.

I got up this morning, to be told she had been up since four o’clock, I said, you might have done the fucking dishes then, as a joke. You would have thought I shat in her tea.

We then proceeded, and when I say we, I mean she, to talk about how our bedroom needed a good clean and although in the demarcation stakes, that’s her job, how I never do it. I reminded her of the breakdown of tasks and she went into a huff.

She then went into her work site to deal with whatever she deals with and started talking about one of her students.

I was still pissed at her cheek, so honestly told her I don’t give a fuck about your students. Which I don’t. I hope they all do well and have fantastic lives etc, but the fact they are late two days in a row, is not a concern for me. We have been drawn against Valencia, are playing shite and need to buy players in the January window, so, not a lot of room to spare, mind wise.

I then got a 15 minute tirade about how I don’t care about her work and what she has to contend with.

Correct, I said in my mind.

Then it was how she hates wasted days and not doing something productive. As if that’s my fault. So I said. Hoping to be helpful.

You always go on about wasted days, but do fuck all about it. If you don’t want to have a wasted day, get off your arse and do something , all you do is moan about it, then look at me as if it’s my fault. You want a productive day, whatever the fuck that means, then do something apart from moaning.

Well, you should have heard her. Take that shitting in her cup and raise it to also strangling her mother with her own hair and we are still burning down an orphanage short of the rage level.

I went into the kitchen and cleaned it, the one she could have done at 4am.

I’m hoping to fuck she goes back to work tomorrow and gets herself into a better mood.

She will be off for two weeks come Friday and if they are anything like the last two days I am in trouble.

We haven’t even started Christmas shopping yet. I haven’t a clue what to buy her, so no doubt that will be another fucking thing to moan like fuck about.

How I keep my cheery disposition is a credit to my lovely personality.

Anybody else’s other half doing their head in?
Nope.
I leave early in the morning, get home late and we sit in different rooms. She's asleep when I go to bed. No arguments at all unless we accidentally bump into each other in the hall. As for presents, she buys her own; it's all out of the same account anyway. Although I might pop to B&M Bargains to get her a something useful for the house. Maybe the new Apple product to go with the iRon I got her last year, an iRoning board.
 
It we are flook, surely it’s your turn to put up with the flak?

You’re letting me down here.

No mate, I've been in the shit since I refused to stop working so I could drive her to the shop to get some biscuits for christmas, cos she was too unwell to drive....

couldn't make this shit up could you
 
She has him well trained.

Fucking kettle and pot from you fella. At least I admit it. I bet if I met your Mrs I would see very clearly she us no fucking mug putting up with your pish. In fact, I would put good money on that and we both know who would win.
 
No mate, I've been in the shit since I refused to stop working so I could drive her to the shop to get some biscuits for christmas, cos she was too unwell to drive....

couldn't make this shit up could you

I wish I could agree you couldn’t make that up, but we both know we would be lying to ourselves.
 
Fucking kettle and pot from you fella. At least I admit it. I bet if I met your Mrs I would see very clearly she us no fucking mug putting up with your pish. In fact, I would put good money on that and we both know who would win.
You can give me your money if that's what you want.
 
You can give me your money if that's what you want.

I would need to see the evidence of your fist of iron and layer down of laws existence. I may be wrong, it happened once before, 1982 I think, if my memory serves, but, I have serious doubts of your Silverback rule.
 
I would need to see the evidence of your fist of iron and layer down of laws existence. I may be wrong, it happened once before, 1982 I think, if my memory serves, but, I have serious doubts of your Silverback rule.
It's not about laying down the law, it's about not letting them do it and I'm the stubbornest **** in a long long line of stubborn cunts.
 
It's not about laying down the law, it's about not letting them do it and I'm the stubbornest **** in a long long line of stubborn cunts.

I share that characteristic, as my Mrs would attest. That doesn’t mean I can’t put my hands up when I’m wrong. Or, see the other side of a position. Even though it fucks me off.

I’m a middle aged Glaswegian, moaning faced, opinionated, stubborn, ****. But, I’m also in possession of sense of what’s right. And, a lot of the time I need to accept she is right.
 
I share that characteristic, as my Mrs would attest. That doesn’t mean I can’t put my hands up when I’m wrong. Or, see the other side of a position. Even though it fucks me off.

I’m a middle aged Glaswegian, moaning faced, opinionated, stubborn, ****. But, I’m also in possession of sense of what’s right. And, a lot of the time I need to accept she is right.
 
That’s us.

I am glad you have had a better day, I am still a little worried about you and have been thinking about strategies you could try to improve your lot.

One I use all the time is give her choices. So for instance this Saturday I gave her a choice
Should I return on the last train and she picks me up , or stay over in Manchester. She chose picking me up at 10pm from the Station exactly as I wanted. A full day on the lash, match, and a curry afterwards.
I give her the choice between the "Bull" and the "Red Lion" for Sunday Lunch. Don't get me wrong I am not selfish, I share the driving.I drive to the pub and she drives home.
Hope these hints help, chin up, we are here for you

Xx
 
I am glad you have had a better day, I am still a little worried about you and have been thinking about strategies you could try to improve your lot.

One I use all the time is give her choices. So for instance this Saturday I gave her a choice
Should I return on the last train and she picks me up , or stay over in Manchester. She chose picking me up at 10pm from the Station exactly as I wanted. A full day on the lash, match, and a curry afterwards.
I give her the choice between the "Bull" and the "Red Lion" for Sunday Lunch. Don't get me wrong I am not selfish, I share the driving.I drive to the pub and she drives home.
Hope these hints help, chin up, we are here for you

Xx

If you ever start a gang, I want in.
 
The one's from Hereford are the worst. Bag of chips and whoosh...

She was from New Malden and from my first time in London. The one that got away in many ways. Still, all about me now.

I’m also not from Hereford.
 
been thinking of doing exactly the same but i dont think she'd stay in it

My Mrs is an Arts graduate and we have a shed too, that she claimed as her studio. Where she would have “productive days.”

Never fucking in it.

I told her if she doesn’t start using it I’m growing herb in there.

Fucking love Basil I do.
 
My beloved is off work sick, allegedly, I am off too and we are now on day 2 of, send for a doctor, I won’t make it till tea time, scenario.

I got up this morning, to be told she had been up since four o’clock, I said, you might have done the fucking dishes then, as a joke. You would have thought I shat in her tea.

We then proceeded, and when I say we, I mean she, to talk about how our bedroom needed a good clean and although in the demarcation stakes, that’s her job, how I never do it. I reminded her of the breakdown of tasks and she went into a huff.

She then went into her work site to deal with whatever she deals with and started talking about one of her students.

I was still pissed at her cheek, so honestly told her I don’t give a fuck about your students. Which I don’t. I hope they all do well and have fantastic lives etc, but the fact they are late two days in a row, is not a concern for me. We have been drawn against Valencia, are playing shite and need to buy players in the January window, so, not a lot of room to spare, mind wise.

I then got a 15 minute tirade about how I don’t care about her work and what she has to contend with.

Correct, I said in my mind.

Then it was how she hates wasted days and not doing something productive. As if that’s my fault. So I said. Hoping to be helpful.

You always go on about wasted days, but do fuck all about it. If you don’t want to have a wasted day, get off your arse and do something , all you do is moan about it, then look at me as if it’s my fault. You want a productive day, whatever the fuck that means, then do something apart from moaning.

Well, you should have heard her. Take that shitting in her cup and raise it to also strangling her mother with her own hair and we are still burning down an orphanage short of the rage level.

I went into the kitchen and cleaned it, the one she could have done at 4am.

I’m hoping to fuck she goes back to work tomorrow and gets herself into a better mood.

She will be off for two weeks come Friday and if they are anything like the last two days I am in trouble.

We haven’t even started Christmas shopping yet. I haven’t a clue what to buy her, so no doubt that will be another fucking thing to moan like fuck about.

How I keep my cheery disposition is a credit to my lovely personality.

Anybody else’s other half doing their head in?
How's about a mug that hasn't been shat in? ;-)
 

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