I hated my wife's nagging.
Yes, she made my life wonderful in a lot of ways. I always ce hom to a nice, clean, house, fresh laundry and dinner on the table.
Now I live the life of a bachelor. In an apartment, clothes everywhere, my books, and magazines laying everywhere , laundry is in general piles for 'clean', 'dirty' and 'maybe.'
The worst part is coming home and not seeing my children.
Im a good dad. She knows Im a good dad
She didn't have a good father. She had a step-dad, who was a great man by most accounts- who took good care oc her and her mom before he died of cancer. Her mom never had a good dad or husband and at 70 years old is still dating. Woman live on a fixed income of peanuts but has a mink coat(?)
Its easy to only think a out the good times or to think only about the role you played in the arguing, and I briefly begin to think we should get back together. I think dating now is a pain in the ass no matter how much tail I get.
I had to scale back on the number of girls I was dating simply because I waa going broke. FFS
2 girls in Chicago, as few as 1 but as many as 3 at a time in Portland. Not to mention the one night stands. But then I thing about all the petty bickering, the nagging, especially in front of family or friends. The distribution of work.... working a full time job that provided our benefits and paid for the mansion but then being nagged about picking up the kids, dropping them off, cleaning up the house, cleaning up the yard, cleaning g up the garage. Just non stop missing and moaning eventually getting so bitter I could do something nice and still only hear criticism, breakfast in bed, randomly bring her flowers, scheduling trips.... only for all of it to turn sour. What was once appreciated became never enough. Breakfast in bed went from 'thank you. Can you bring the salt and pepper too, please?" To " why are onions and green peppers in my eggs? You know I don't like shit in my eggs. If you're going to add onions and green peppers to my breakfast, you know I like them burnt, fireroasted. If you're not going to do that then do put them.on the plate. Get me the salt and pepper." Giving flowers went from "oh my! Thank you, they're beautiful. Thats so sweet." To " what are these? Day old flowers from. The supermarket? What did you get? The 10 dollar bundle, marked down?
One time she pulled that shit in front of family. We had family visiting and I came home in the morning from working all night, I decided to stop and pick up flowers on the way home. I walk in the door and she starts bitching ate for being late getting home from work. Then I produce the flowers: voila! Just a tirade in response. WTF? What? The supermarket had a sale? Who are these for? Me? Or did you get everyone flowers? What are these 'communal flowers? We're just supposed to split them up? It was bizarre. I never saw someone react with such h hostility over flowers. She kept going, raising her voice and yelling. Finally I said 'you don't like them, fine, trust me you'll never have to worry about getting them ever again."
Years later when we were in counseling she wondered why I didn't do these things for her anymore and I told her. The therapist asked if that was a productive attitude for me to take? I explained some of the other shit I got nagged about over the years, the therapist looked blankly at my wife and asked if it was true? Wife shot the therapist a look of pure rage. Didn't say a thing, then after about a minute of silence wife stood up and walked out of the office. Even I was puzzled, like is she just gathering herself, going to the bathroom? Wtf? Therapist looked at me and said 'what happened? Did I say something? I said yes "you questioned her." A few minutes later wife bursts into the room and yells at me. Wtf are you doing? Come on, we're leaving , now! Or you can walk back.'
She was hot, kept a good home, gave me 3 beautiful children, shockingly she raises them well. She's left men who have any issue with me seeing the kids. It could be worse. We get along fine now that we're not married. Ill never put up with a second of a woman's bullshit ever again.
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