Married life

For the love of everything Holy, never look a marriage councilor in the eyes and say, "I get it. Now when do we start working on her bullshit?" I don't advise saying the same to a psychiatrist unless you need some Thorazine.
 
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Something breaks.

Wife: why didn’t you get it fixed
Me: I need to spend x amount to fix it
Wife; I don’t care. Fix it!!!

Next time

Wife: why did you spend x at home depot
Me: the thing broke so I got it fixed
Wife: we don’t have the money for you to fix everything


Next time

Me: hey. This thing broke and I’m headed to Home Depot to get a part
Wife: we can’t afford that. And why do you ask me for everything you buy

Me: *cracks open a beer

Wife: you’re an alcoholic


Come talk to me once you start finding GPS tracking devices on the undercarriage of your car. Until then, you're fine buttercup.
 
Come talk to me once you start finding GPS tracking devices on the undercarriage of your car. Until then, you're fine buttercup.

Have you heard of find my phone? Yeah. I’m tracked

The wife and I have "find my phone" for each other and our offspring as long as we're paying for their phones. Being tracked by my wife is not a problem for me, the problem is she doesn't use that tool when appropriate. When she gets home from work and I'm not there, she becomes instantaneously and uncontrollably furious that I didn't tell her where I went - when she could've easily pulled up the app and she would've seen that I'm at my elderly grandfather's house - then she would've remembered I told her days ago that I was going to help him troubleshoot his printer. ...Instead, I get "where the fuck were you?!" with hostility cranked up to MAX the moment I step foot in the door.

Good times.
 
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