Eight Unpopular Things I Learned in Eight Years of Marriage to a Man
the thing that annoys you most about them is never going to change. Are they acting annoyed with you over something you do all the time? If so, then it’s fair. If not, it doesn’t mean you’re perfect, it means they’re not trying to change you. That’s love. Shut up and love them.
Pro tip: by any chance were they doing
this when you first met them?
they’re not doing this *annoying thing* maliciously to hurt you. It is way, way, way more psychotic to indulge a theory of a world where your closest companion is maliciously plotting new ways to sabotage you than it is to fucking accept that people make mistakes, just like you. Get over it.
Pro tip: people who are late are generous with people running late. people who take 45 minute shits aren’t watching the clock when you shit. People who get distracted talking to people give you space to be distracted and talk to people. Chill.
90% of what you tell your husband to do they will not do. How do you respond to your husband telling you what to do? Ever gotten a sermon on the lint thingy? What if instead of telling him what to do to “reach his full potential” or whatever and then being mad when he didn’t self castrate and obey you to the letter, you just stopped telling him what to do. Repeat after me: “whatever you think is best.”
Getting really pissed off about “the straw that broke the camel’s back” is usually the result of being in a nit picky mood which is usually the result of you not physically exerting yourself enough. You’re probably stressed and unclear and would not be this mad after a nice long walk so. Beat the street. Also my husband has picked no fights with me lol.
After eight years you’ve argued about basically everything you can argue about, and tried to change everything you could. The exact same thing will still annoy you, so what do you do if you can’t argue about it or change it? Accept it. You do weird shit, they do weird shit. Whatever. Our chronic fight is “you’ll never work as hard as me.”. After eight years I realize that’s not a flex.
- If you’re bored with sex it’s for a good reason. it’s probably gotten exactly the same. Why the fuck would you be psyched about three minutes of “who can cum first? Don’t try to do more of it and hope it gets better. If you are over eating pizza and I say eat pizza every day for a month you’ll never do it again. This is how you fix it. “You’re not allowed to cum for 40 days. All the sex you want just no ejaculating” within one day you’ll be having better sex. If you guys don’t talk about shit like this and/or he refuses that’s a bigger issue. But ASSUMING you know the reaction doesn’t count. Which brings me to…. sidebar 1/1
assumptions are the death of new experiences. Ask. Ask. Ask. I always want people to offer me party favors even though I’m sober. Why? I don’t want anyone to ASSUME I don’t party, especially if they consider it a good time. I want people to see me and say “she’s definitely down for a good time”. When you assume it’s a no so you stop asking, you’re doing whatever the opposite of yassifying is and that sucks. For both of you.
they really do want to help. Men are fucking obsessed with rescue and he’ll. They thrive on it. they just don’t know how, and becoming a helpable person is hard. just ask literally anyone that went from stressed entrepreneur to leading a successful team . You’re a mess and you’re addicted to control. They can help you clean up a mess, but not if you’re going to micromanage them the entire time and/or rip it out of their hands and do it for them
Happy anniversary to my best friend and co-worker who I wish would write down eight ways he’s been a shit ass but…lol… and I’m cool with it