My husband and I have been married for 16 years. It was what you would call a whirlwind romance. We met and married within six months of meeting each other. We did live together at first, but only for a short time. So moving in together was a big learning curve -- and a very big eye opener.
As with many situations, the things that we argue about most are quite small in the scheme of things. Not life-changing and certainly not things that would be recognised in a court of law as a reason for divorce. I mean - what would a solicitor say if you went to him and said you wanted a divorce because your husband leaves his shoes all over the house?
So, in no particular order, here are the five things that annoy my husband and I. See if you agree!
I find socks everywhere. On the sofa, under the sofa, behind the sofa, in the middle of the living room, in the bedroom, up the stairs, in the spare room. Drives me mad - then when I do the washing, put his socks in the drawer and there isn't a pair to be found - he moans!
2. Empty cartons, food packets, containers etc
Empty cartons are fine. Especially if they are put straight into the recycling. But one thing that drives me mad is when the empty carton goes back in the cupboard. So you do your shopping list and think that there is no need to buy tomato puree or Italian seasoning for the Bolognese you are planning, because there is plenty in the cupboard. Then you find out that it's an empty bottle/empty box stored in the cupboard and suddenly you are short of a few ingredients. And THEN we argue about who nips to the shop to buy those ingredients! Why? Too lazy to put it in the recycling or the bin??
3. TV remotes and alarm clocks
Who would think that they could be so offensive!
I drive my husband mad with the TV remote. I like to have a look through all the channels to see what is on - he gets cross and is known to shriek "Just find a channel and stick to it!". Then he will find something he likes, and promptly fall asleep. I will then turn over and he will wake up half an hour later and say "I was watching that!"
He gets his own back every morning though - setting his alarm clock ridiculously early with NO intention of getting up - but waking me up in the process.
I really think that use of the snooze should be allowed in a divorce citation!
4. Bodily functions
When it comes to functions of the bodily kind, my husband reverts to a small boy, when passing wind was done on purpose and with leg arched, so as to make everyone laugh. He still seems to find it amusing. The smellier the better and particularly in the car when I am trapped and can't escape it. He will suddenly open the window and pretend to be admiring the view - it is a sure sign that any minute the most horrendous smell is going to reach me. He will then deny all knowledge of such action and blame it on the countryside smells outside - even if we are in a traffic jam in a City Centre... not good and always a cause for a war of words.
5. The kitchen sink
And last but not least, the kitchen sink. We often argue over a kitchen sink. I'm not sure many people argue over a kitchen sink. I think it's probably a very odd thing to argue about.
But we do - regularly. Every time my husband washes up in fact (so not as often as we could argue of course!)
I don't mind him washing up. I love it. But what I cannot BEAR is him leaving the plug in. Always. He never takes the plug out, leaving me at some point later to stick my hand into a sink full of disgustingly dirty washing up water with food debris floating around in it.
And it doesn't matter how much I protest, he still does it. And usually it has been like that for a while, so by the time I empty said sink, not only do I have to deal with soggy food debris, but the sink is usually stained and dirty and so I have to clean it and bleach it too.
So there are the five things that we argue about. I suppose this is a bit one sided as it is written by me. I of course am perfect - apart from being a bit light fingered with the remote control - and if you believe that - you will believe anything!