We have almost been married two years, and though I do love him…I HATE being his wife. I hate being his cook, his maid, his social planner…I love being a stay at home mom, and don’t mind cleaning up after our son, cook for him, taking care of him…sure it’s tiring sometimes, sure there are frustrating days. But it’s being HIS WIFE that I hate.
I hate that he seemingly takes advantage of the fact I clean the house and therefore never bothers to clean up after himself, leaving his boxers on the floor of the bathroom sometimes..tracking crap in from outside. Cleaning his dishes on the counter, for the secret “maid” to clean up..”oh I was going to put those away” sure you were…when pigs f’ing fly.
I know it would KILL him to pick up a broom, empty the dish washer or take laundry down without being asked. Oh wait, he has never once picked up a broom around this house.
Sure he does take care of us. But man, I hate the day to day of being his wife. Like I want to sleep with a man who leaves the toilet so dirty it looks like a outdoor concert outhouse! Who wants to have sex with a person that disgusting?!
I guess having a penis and being the sole provider means you are incapable of cleaning up after yourself.
I hate his snoring and the way he startles when I come to bed, so late because I have to wait till he is past the INSANELY loud snoring stage otherwise, I will never get to sleep. I hate that he jumps out of bed, even though I crept in and made no noise. I want to just smack him one. Mean, I know…but it means that he has to go through the INSANELY loud snoring phase AGAIN!
So I am left awake till 7am!
I hate the way he will just leave his tshirts in huge stack because he is too lazy to hang them up or he knows it will drive me so batty from having them just laying around, that I will give in and do it myself.
I hate the fact he can keep his stuff so neat and tidy, but he can’t stop screwing up the $1000 stroller I paid for because he can’t stop hitting the walls or bumping into door frames with it.
I should have made him pay for it, then maybe he would see value in it.
I hate the fact he broke the raincover for the stroller from doing something I KEPT asking him not too…and now bitches it’s broken.
I hate that they are “his” DVD’s and because of that, they are kept in perfect shape, yet he doesn’t give a crap about anything that he deems “yours”.
I hate the way he is always sick too, whenever I am.
I hate the way he thinks it ok to lay in the clean bed in clothing he wore outside and is dirty.
I hate the fact he leaves the bathroom CD player cord hanging loose ALL the time, so the baby pulls it down and almost bonks it on his head.
I hate the fact he cannot pick up a cloth and wipe the highchair in the morning after the baby has breakfast on his shift.
I hate the fact, if he feels he hasn’t had enough sleep and yet the baby is up and wants food, he tries to force him to sleep longer. And gets mad that the baby is upset by this.
I hate how frustrated he gets over stupid trivial things, that most people wouldn’t give a crap about.
And I hate that his frustration wears off on me, and now I have lost my laid back nature.