Stupid Arguments

Well, remember I had an abusive ex-husband, so his rules were ridiculous. That said.......

We argued over me leaving the sponge in the sink, putting dirty flatware in the bowl he wanted them in, what kind of toilet paper I was to buy, not using scented hand lotion or soap, checking in with a phone call from each client's house, the kind of slippers I could wear, the makeup I put on......

Hell I'm getting PTSD just thinking about all this!!! Just kidding...but writing out just SOME of his rules is creeping me out!!! I argued vehemently about every one...until I just got so dominated and overwhelmed that I became apathetic and didn't care anymore.

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On a lighter note, my daughter and I routinely argue (good-naturedly of course) over how much I spoil the grandkids. ;)
 
I used to love mustard on my sandwiches. Wouldn't eat it without mustard. I had a little hot dog with my mustard. Then, he buys me a sandwich without mustard. I take a bite, yuck, there is no mustard on this sandwich. He says they are out of mustard. I am mad. He's lying, he forgot my mustard-jerk that he is.

What? A sandwich shop next to a grocery store is out of mustard? Yup, he said. Hmm. So, if I go into the sandwich shop, will they be out of mustard for me as well? Nope, he says. Another win for me! Lol.
 

Well, I know that my parents had a big argument on their honeymoon in 1946 on what to name their first son and whether to dress him in short pants or long pants.

Six daughters later..... Still waiting for that son.

OK, I'm thinking about *my* stupid arguments. I'll get back to you on that.....
 
My ex-wife brought a large dog home without saying a word about it. I love dogs, so I was OK with it, but we had a little argument about discussing things with me, first. One night we had a bad storm - heavy rain, thunder, lightning - the whole bit. I brought the dog inside. That argument got me really mad:

My wife walked into the bedroom & asked, "Hey, what's the dog doing here?"

I said, "Well, he can't stay outside in the rain."

She said, "The patio is covered."

I said, "The thunder & lightning will scare him."

She said, "What about the fur everywhere?"

I said, "I'll vacuum in the morning."

She said, "What about the fleas?"

I said, "They'll get used to you just like I did."

Ooooh....can't post her reply here........
 
My friend and I argue all the time over the most trivial things.

He's very stubborn and so am I.

The latest. I tried to tell him that rabbits change their fur in the summer from white to brown.

He claims he had rabbits and they always stayed white.

Aaargh! Domestic rabbits don't have to camoflague for protection from predators.

He just kept repeating over and over again that his rabbits never changed their fur.

I think of it later and I say to myself, why am I doing this?
 
Back in the 1960's, my husband and I saw the movie "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" It starred Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, and was about an academic couple having a furious protracted fight, which lasted for nearly the entire movie, as I remember. On the way home, we had a big argument about whether it was a good movie or a terrible one. (I said good, he said terrible). We finally realized we were acting like the couple in the movie and cut it out.
 
Ronni said:
Well, remember I had an abusive ex-husband, so his rules were ridiculous. That said.......

We argued over me leaving the sponge in the sink, putting dirty flatware in the bowl he wanted them in, what kind of toilet paper I was to buy, not using scented hand lotion or soap, checking in with a phone call from each client's house, the kind of slippers I could wear, the makeup I put on......

Hell I'm getting PTSD just thinking about all this!!! Just kidding...but writing out just SOME of his rules is creeping me out!!! I argued vehemently about every one...until I just got so dominated and overwhelmed that I became apathetic and didn't care anymore.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

On a lighter note, my daughter and I routinely argue (good-naturedly of course) over how much I spoil the grandkids. ;)
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Reminded me of "Sleeping With The Enemy," great Julia Roberts movie. (towels had to be hung perfectly level, cans in cupboard stacked perfectly...)
 
My Husband and I have the same argument over and over again. He is always telling me I am cheap because I don't like buying things for myself. I don't think I'm cheap because I love buying things for other people. I only like to buy something for myself if I really need it. I can't tell you how many times I have walked out of a store and left him in there until I stopped being mad at him.
 
We never argue, if there is a disagreement, we just don't speak. We agreed along time ago that we will kiss before we go to sleep each night and we do if I have to wake her up. We don't argue because she lets me have my way, lately it has been me letting her have her way. We are both getting hard of hearing so she can't hear me say just STF- up so I am safe for now.
 
I dropped in on a couple I knew. The house was all messed up. They had a thick glass coffee table, which was broken. Furniture over turned. Things fallen off the walls. And the two of them sitting there, calmly eating breakfast. They had an argument. The cause-who loved who more.
 
Sunny said:
Back in the 1960's, my husband and I saw the movie "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" It starred Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, and was about an academic couple having a furious protracted fight, which lasted for nearly the entire movie, as I remember. On the way home, we had a big argument about whether it was a good movie or a terrible one. (I said good, he said terrible). We finally realized we were acting like the couple in the movie and cut it out.
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I remember when that movie came out and the word was out that a large percentage of couples would have arguments on the way home from the theater.

That movie was bad luck (but actually it turned out to be good luck....) for me as it was the last date I had with my fiancée. We didn't argue on the way home, but he called the engagement off the next day....three weeks before our wedding date. It turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me, but devastating at the time.
 
We only argue over "stupid" things ..If it's important we always come to an agreement.

We have a lot of disagreements on how to maneuver around on the internet.

I don't really understand it but I think everybody has their own way of doin things.

My brain prepossesses things on a slower easier mode.
 
Ahem. My DEAR people;one doesn't have arguments with those of lesser intellect - one merely explains that one is correct...as usual.

....all and any opinions that conflict with this truth,are,of course,beneath one's contempt and thus,are automatically incorrect.

Jolly good. DO carry on....
 
I was a newlywed,,,I put the ketchup and mustard in the fridge..my husband took them out and put both in the cupboard..I was ticked..back in the fridge they went.I preferred, he was insistent on cupboard..told him he could move back home where everything tasted stale ( it didn’t but sounded good as a retort)..they were both in the fridge for the next 42 yrs..also the couch wasn’t that good a bed!
 

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