Things You Hate - Living With Your Partner

[Light Ice]

I hate how her hair gets on everything. You would swear she sheds. This woman has the most healthy, gorgeous, silky hair on the planet and she maintains it like you would not believe and still, everywhere, there are long dark hairs. I don't mind so much when it comes to blankets and the couch.

But when, every now and then, I take a shower and find one somehow wrapped around my equipment, I definitely get annoyed.

And I say all of this with love.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

*cracks up*

Oh this is going to be fun!

 

[Light Ice]

I hate how much space she takes up in the bathroom.

Of course, I love the results of all her self care.

But I do -hate- how much space she takes up.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

You didn't mention the closets.

 

[Nina327]

But when, every now and then, I take a shower and find one somehow wrapped around my equipment, I definitely get annoyed.

This must made me giggle and smile. Reminds me of texts I get...
"Damnit Woman, you're not even here and your still trying to strangle my cock!"


on topic: there won't be much for me to add to this thread as I dont live with either of my partners.

 

[laceNlthrgrrl]

He keeps stacks of change everywhere. Every damn flat surface has piles of coins. I ask why, he just shrugs.

 

[sweetladytee]

I hate how her hair gets on everything. You would swear she sheds. This woman has the most healthy, gorgeous, silky hair on the planet and she maintains it like you would not believe and still, everywhere, there are long dark hairs. I don't mind so much when it comes to blankets and the couch.

But when, every now and then, I take a shower and find one somehow wrapped around my equipment, I definitely get annoyed.

And I say all of this with love.

I hate that I can't find a man who can love me no matter what I might say or do.

 

[TheFrenchGuy]

I hate that I can't find a man who can love me no matter what I might say or do.

I love you

About the topic, I hate when she doesn't let me in control when we're having sex.

 

[shewantsmore]

the worst and i mean worst thing is his snoring,how can you sleep through that

 

[Light Ice]

Impromptu evening plans.

No, not the "let's go out" kind of plans. I don't mind those. I enjoy them, actually.

I mean the ijustgothomefromworkandtherearefivewomeninsweatpantswatchinggossipgirlanddrinkingwinewhiletalkingabouttheirmen impromptu kind of plans. There's nothing that turns me into a grouch faster than going from happytobehome to ijustgotpuntedfrommyownlivingroomtomyman'sdendownstairs in all of five seconds.

And I say all of this with love.

 

[Britwitch]

Love him, I do, so much....but...

I absolutely hate the way he does the laundry. That when I do it, the washing is hung up so it won't crease then folded and put away when it's dry. When he does it, everything is stuffed onto the drying rack so it will never dry and then its all left in a crumpled mountain of material on the floor or...usually...on the bed, meaning I have to sort through it all before I can get into bed.
And when do I discover this mountain...just as I'm about to go to bed!!

growls

Love him though

 

[laceandcogs]

My roommate and I aren't in a sexual relationship, but we do fall into some pretty stereotypical gender roles. And, though I love him like the brother I never had, and I would pluck the eyes out of any man, woman, or honeybadger who crossed him, I could also cheerfully murder him sometimes.

Like when he somehow manages to use six bowls, eight knives, two cups, a plate, the pizza stone, a muffin tin, half a roll of aluminum foil and fourteen toothpicks...to make a frozen pizza. And cleans -none- of it.

Or when it's laundry day, and I've sorted all of my things carefully by color and composition, and ironed/hung/folded everything but the last load, and he gets a last-minute invitation out to bowling and dumps my wet laundry straight onto the floor so he can wash a -single- shirt and pair of his "date" boxers. Which he then puts into the dryer and throws on, breezing out the door and leaving my still-soaked, nearly moldering laundry on the floor.

And sometimes, because our laundry is on the back porch, it FREEZES. Into a clothesicle.

Or when it's four in the morning and I am awakened to the dulcet tones of Farscape at volume six-hundred-and-two because he couldn't sleep.

...and I say all of this with love.

 

[Light Ice]

My roommate and I aren't in a sexual relationship, but we do fall into some pretty stereotypical gender roles. And, though I love him like the brother I never had, and I would pluck the eyes out of any man, woman, or honeybadger who crossed him, I could also cheerfully murder him sometimes.

Like when he somehow manages to use six bowls, eight knives, two cups, a plate, the pizza stone, a muffin tin, half a roll of aluminum foil and fourteen toothpicks...to make a frozen pizza. And cleans -none- of it.

Or when it's laundry day, and I've sorted all of my things carefully by color and composition, and ironed/hung/folded everything but the last load, and he gets a last-minute invitation out to bowling and dumps my wet laundry straight onto the floor so he can wash a -single- shirt and pair of his "date" boxers. Which he then puts into the dryer and throws on, breezing out the door and leaving my still-soaked, nearly moldering laundry on the floor.

And sometimes, because our laundry is on the back porch, it FREEZES. Into a clothesicle.

Or when it's four in the morning and I am awakened to the dulcet tones of Farscape at volume six-hundred-and-two because he couldn't sleep.

...and I say all of this with love.

Oh man, I'd have been murdered in my sleep for the laundry thing. I learned very early on in my first experiment with a female roommate (who I wasn't sexually involved with coincidentally) that laundry is not something you mess with. Ever. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. I made almost that identical mistake (ours was indoors, though) and came home to a very frazzled, blue-eyed, 100 pound soaking wet red-headed girl who absolutely adores me...

looking like she was about to strip the skin from me while I stood there.

Honestly, I can throw her around like a rag doll but in that moment I was all apologies and blubbering.

The dishes thing. You know, honestly, I clean up after myself but I absolutely use like 5 plates/bowls where my girl would only use 1. I've no idea how or why this happens. I don't even notice how many dishes I've made for myself until after.

That's funny.

 

[ShyMystica]

Not my sexual partner, but my bestest friend and roommate...

1. The noise
Why oh why do you have to play your video games, movies, dorky 1980's music and random youtube vids so loudly that the Prime Minister could hear you? You're right there...like a meter away from the source of volume. Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....

2. The mess
I can handle the mess in your room. It's your space, I won't touch it. But you have the largest room. Why shed your clothing out to the rest of the house? Why use all those utensils and dinner ware for one meal? Why leave the kitchen space like a bombzone?

I am not your wife or mother...I shouldn't have to clean up after you like one.

3. Little Hairies in the sink
Men shave, I get it. But I don't want to brush my teeth looking at the little buggers in my sink.

4. No knocking
Closed door means 'do not disturb'.

5. The snoring
You wake me up from a room away, doors closed. It feels like a train rattling through the house. I miss sleep...

With all this said...I wouldn't live with anyone else. You're the best roommate. You look after me. Thank you.