Post # 46
Once after being stuck in traffic on the Bay Bridge for like an hour, my Darling Husband and I got into a huge fight over whether to pay the toll with a $5 bill or $5 worth of change we had in the car. I think I cried.
However, we were both really hungry at the time (and ended up being an hour later to dinner with friends!) and I always like to say that hunger is the root of all evil. Sometimes its just hard to be nice when you are hungry. Or rational.
Post # 47
I have a couple:
We were at Sephora one day looking for make-up. While we were cashing out the female cashier recognizes him and says his name. He looks up at her, he wasn’t paying attention, and is like “oh…hi” as they proceed to have small talk. Usually he is so eager to introduce me to someone I’m first meeting. This time, I’m looking at him then looking at her, I’m looking at him then looking her…nobody even acknowledges the fact that I’m standing right there! So we finish our transaction and we’re walking out of the store…still nothing is said. So we get out of the store and walking through the mall I stop walking like a child about to throw a tantrum and yell “who was she!!!!” Turns out she was stalking him before and just wanted to get out of the store. His sister confirmed the story.
When we were in the beginning of our relationship when we lived seperately we were spending most of our time at his house. It was closer to both of our places of work. But I couldn’t do laundry there or use the kitchen so I would always have to get us takeout or buy new clothes so I had something clean to wear. Well the one afternoon I went to get a new dress and get us some food. I got him a milkshake because he loves milk shakes. When I get back I proceed to spill the milkshake in the backseat of my car…it was summer, diary and heat don’t mix Then the bag tears and half the food ends up on the driveway! I wanted to cry. I had to go inside get a trash can and paper towels and clean all this up, he’s totally MIA. When I finally see him I say “I’m tired of living like a homeless person! I don’t know where you’re staying from now on but I’m staying at my house!” We moved in together shortly thereafter.
I can be a bit dramatic.
lol…I’m noticing a milkshake theme in this thread.
Post # 48
One day while on my way to his place I needed to stop off to get some petrol. It was a really hot day and when I went in to pay, I noticed they had one of those icy machines (like a slushie but coarser). I normally don’t like them but OH does so I thought I might surprise him buy buying us a couple of cups. There were two flavours and they were each ones that he would like so I decided to call him to ask him. I tried calling a couple of times but he wouldn’t answer which was frustrating because I knew where he was at that very minute and I knew for a fact he had his phone on him. I thought I’d pour my own while I tried calling again and the machine malfunctioned and shot out the contents with such force, I got a heap all over the bench, the floor, myself…it was just a big mess. The guy working the counter gave out a very frustrated sigh and then came over with a mop. I offered to clean it up myself and profusely apologised and he kind of snapped at me like, “no, I got it” in a way to kind of tell me to get the f*ck out of the way so he can get it over and done with without actually saying it. I was mortified. He made me feel like a child who was incapable of pouring a damn drink. While my cup was half-empty, I continued to try to pour the other cup (I was thinking, “OH will get whatever damn flavour I feel like giving him and he better freaking drink it with a smile!!”), but at this stage I was so embarrassed and scared the machine was going to stuff up again, I went so slow releasing the valve millimeter by millimeter dragging out the excrutiatingly humiliating experience longer than I should have. The guy ended up charging me the full large price for both cups when in reality I only really had less than a small cup’s worth even if I were to combine both cups. Kinda cruel but whatever.
It was about a ten minute drive to OH’s house after that which felt like 30 long minutes of me running the scenario over and over again in my head and flipping back and forth between feeling humiliated and getting increasingly angry at how rude the guy was and a little miffed that he still charged me so much just because I happened to present a bit of extra plastic on my cups. By the time I got to OH’s place I was in tears and as soon as I walked into his room, I lost it at him. Why didn’t he pick up his phone (like that would have averted the situation and stopped the machine from malfunctioning)? Where was he? Why does he normally have his phone on him, but the one time I actually need to get through to him to ask him something, he doesn’t answer? I was completely irrational, bratty and had a mini-meltdown complete with tears, finger pointing and slamming of doors (I’m not proud of it and I swear I had never before behaved like that and haven’t since either). It turns out he was in the shower and his phone was on vibrate in his room so he didn’t hear it.
I was a total b*tch to him when the guy was not at fault AT ALL…he didn’t even know I was buying him the bloody drink. All he did was patiently listen to my tantrum and then hold me, stroking my hair and frowning because he was upset for me. When I eventually calmed down he only said two things: “I’m sorry I didn’t answer my phone” and “Is my beautiful feeling better now?”
I felt like absolute sh*t for how I spoke to him. I still to this day have no idea what came over me. Honestly, did I really think that laying the blame on my completely innocent guy would make me feel better? I think it was the extreme heat coupled with frustration, embarrassment and anger that pushed me over the edge. Not one of my proudest moments. It was such a stupid thing to get upset about but it made me appreciate just how patient and kind OH really is. I love him more than words can describe.
ETA: We didn’t even end up drinking them
Post # 49
early on in my relationship with my fi i pulled a crazy girl stunt.
rewind – guy i dated before him was a total douche. he was a drug addict. hid it from me for a long time (we didn’t live together and broke up every 5 mins it felt like. shit relationship….. ANNNNYWAY). One time, my ex decided to throw an all night rager at his place while I spent the night. I woke up at 7 am to find strangers drinking in our basement while he dj’d (i was on the fourth floor – didn’t hear much throughout the night). that said, i’ve been super sensitive about partying.
one night, early on, my Fiance went out with his buds. we lived together at this point. he told me he’d be home early. to him that meant before the bar closed. so at 10pm i started repeaty calling and texting him like a crazy person. when he picked up the phone, i spouted nonsensical gibberish (think: anchorman shouting feelings in his glass case of emotion). so when he did come home… i was SO embarrased. he just went out for drinks with friends. so needless to say, i never did that again.
Post # 50
Anytime Fiance and I play scrabble…there’s something about that damn game!!
Also, anytime I drink vodka I tend to start really dumb fights…I definitely cried one time about the fact that he never lets me change the radio station in his car to anything other than NPR…
Post # 51
Also there was one time that I was super stressed about my exams for grad school so I was being rather grumpy all week. So I had my exams on Friday and then Sat morning woke up and decided to make breakfast in bed for my Fiance to apologize for being such a grump…let me preface this by saying that I DO NOT cook…ever. Fiance does all of our cooking and if I’m left to my own devices I could eat PB&J sandwiches forever.
So I start out making a feast of eggs, hash browns and bacon and everything is going well for about 7mins when I stop to put some toast in the toaster…in the next 30 seconds or so all hell breaks loose and everything is burning to a crisp, the bacon is smoking, the eggs are ruined and the smoke detector starts going off. Fi obviously wakes up at this point and walks into the kitchen to see my sobbing over my burnt breakfast and clearly the stress of the weekend had not entirely worn off because I then got bat shit crazy mad at him because I ruined our breakfast…
That’s right folks, I got mad at *HIM* because *I* ruined our breakfast- I know how insane this is. Needless to say, I apologized once the crazy wore off…
Post # 52
These make me feel so much better about myself! Lol. I cant remember any specific stories, but I have to apologize once a month for yelling at him for something completely irrational. Damn PMS. Damn living up to stereotypes.
Post # 53
The Wind Up: Fiance has had a disgusting cough for a few weeks, hacking up his lungs all night. I hadn’t slept for longer than 4 hours per night for many many days because of this. I am exhausted beyond reason, stressed out, and desperately need to SLEEP.
The Pitch: Fiance buys me ZzzQuil to help me sleep through the night, and I take it right before bed. I fall asleep pretty quickly.
The Home Run: An hour later, Fiance coughed. I woke up and, in a hysteric, semi-drugged, frenzy, immediately began to weep, bawling my eyes out like someone had died. “I JUST WANT TO SLEEP!!! BOO HOOOOOO HOOOOO!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO MEEEEEEE”
Not one of my proudest moments.
Post # 54
FutureDrFiske: Poor guy…that is funny though. I can relate when mid-semester, nobody is allowed to be happy.
Post # 55
For our 1st anniversary I spent extra time getting ready to look nice for him, had a romantic card all filled out, and a ‘naughty’ present. He said he’d pick me up & we’d grab a bite to eat. I thought he’d choose somewhere special- I don’t mean expensive, like I’m a snob- just somewhere special to us, like the place we had our first date. Well, we ended up grabbing a burger & fries and then he wanted to go to Home Depot. And he commented two or three times how nice I looked, but he so obviously had forgotten our anniversary and hadn’t planned anything special. And as we’re driving to his place I’m thinking- maybe he’s pretending to forget so I’ll be surprised when we get there and he has candles and wine and flowers. But no, he really did forget. So we’re having coffee & he’s rummaging through DVDs – and he notices I look upset and asks what’s wrong. So I say ‘nothing’ in that female-martyr voice that says ‘Something’s damn well wrong and you better pry it out of me and fix it” – & I go into my overnight bag and get out my card and gift bag and give it to him & say ‘Happy Anniversary’ and he looks surprised and confused and now I’m hurt and embarrassed and teary -eyed. And I promised myself I won’t make a huge deal out of him forgetting- but I end up saying accusingly “What kind of person doesn’t remember their own anniversary?” And he replies “Uhh…you.’ ??? And adds “Today’s not our anniversary, it’s not for another 4 days” And this stops me in my tracks. Shit, he’s right. I got the date wrong. lol so now who’s the idiot? Fortunately my SO has a sense of humour- and on our actual anniversary, he gave me a calendar with the date circled on it. And still teases me about it.
Post # 56
RobbieAndJuliahaha: haaaaaaa!!!! That is hilarious
Post # 57
This is going to sound like the dumbest thing ever but we were out at a dinner with our friends. I spilt my drink reaching for something he asked me to pass him and i had a go at him for making me spill my drink. I think i was already annoyed at him thay day snd that just set me off but to my friends and in retrospect it was like wtf call down gypsieflower
Post # 58
A regular argument we always have it starts with the fateful question “What do you want for dinner” we are both so indecisive and usually hunrgy so it never ends well..untl we have food
Post # 59
thegrandinquisitor: hahahaha if it makes you feel any better, that is totally something I would do. I am a Sims finatic!
Well my most recent embarassment was on Mother’s Day. We were at my SO’s sister’s house and we were sitting outside on the front porch with his mom and brother. Well be abruptly left and went inside. I assumed he was going to the bathroom or helping with food or something. Well a good 45 min went by and he still hadn’t come back. I walked in to find him laying on the couch watching a movie. I was so mad he left me out there!! I went ballistic and starting asking well why didn’t you tell me? Do you not feel well? Why would you just abandon me like that?! And then I turn around and his sister is also sitting in the chair in front of him… Soooo I felt kind of like an ass. Pretty embarassed.
I don’t even know why I got that upset over something so stupid but.. ehhh.. it def happens.
Post # 60
I wasn’t mad, but this is still funny.
My boyfriend is a fan of the outside and wants to go climb mountains for weeks at a time. I told him if he dies doing it or doesn’t come back, I’ll kill him. He found it very funny. He told his parents about it and his dad put an arm around me and said to him “well she’s right you know!” 🙂