I love him, BUT

The one that drives me bonkers is opening the mail and putting it back in the envelopes before handing it to me. He doesn't even sort out the rubbish.

Same here with the remote, also turns the tv up too loud even though he has a hearing aid (which he says he doesn't really need). Also loading the cutlery wrong way up in the dishwasher (of course his way is right!). After making toast or a sandwich leaves the buttery, or jammy, knife on the breadboard, aaarrgh. Otherwise he's not too bad!

DH smokes a pipe constantly and leaves trails of tobacco on the floor where it has dropped onto his clothes when filling it . Also those awful ashtrays Uggh .As for the remote it's always on his side ready to turn the NEWS on AGAIN !!

For me it's those irritating plastic packets of magazines and ads you get in the weekend papers, DH rips them open and drops a thumb size piece of clear plastic which he can't see because once again he is not wearing his glasses!

Mine has barely mastered the use of remote controls! I generally have control just because I can make the system work, we do discuss and agree about what we are going to watch. If there's something one wants to watch and the other doesn't, either we'll just do different things, or if there's something else on we want to watch, the one will get recorded to be watched at a convenient time later.
We both enjoy being smartly dressed when appropriate, so there's no conflict there either. Probably explains why we are approaching our 37th Wedding Anniversary feeling more in love than ever!

My h has a pair of cordorie (is that how you spell it) that he will wear all week if I let him, they go all baggy and shapeless and look awful. His dress sense is pretty bad. Won't listen to me when I try to advise him about clothes and my d gets so annoyed with him.

What happens to men as they get older? Do they all turn into Victor Meldrew? Mine is all of the above plus much more, including can never, ever be wrong about anything! All the world is wrong unless it conforms to how my DH says it should be! It's hard at times living with someone who is always right about everything!

Mine is just like yours, BBbevan and Suki70 - drawers and cupboard door open all over the place - AND he always leaves lights on. The number of times I find the garage light has been on all night......

With my late DH it was definitely clothes, lived in joggers & sweatshirts in the winter even at work (in a warehouse), shorts & short sleeved shirt in summer. When we were going away I would ask him to get all his clothes out & put them on the bed in the spare room. Why did all his really good t-shirts stay in the drawer & older ones ready for holiday?? I had to make him try on shirts, trousers & jacket to make sure he could fit into them, only time I didn't he took black trousers which when he came to put the on which he couldn't fasten, quick trip to shops

I always made him pack his own shoes, once went away with 2 left feet, black shoes very similar

He was also a hoarder, anything - tools, clothes, "might come in useful"

He was also a nightmare as a passenger when I was driving, I used to threaten to stop the car & he could walk.

He was the kindest, most generous man who I had the pleasure of loving for 23 years

I live alone now after 2 divorces and one long term relationship but although I would like the company of a man for dinner, cinema etc I would not give up control of my remote for any man.

I love him dearly but......oh dear I don't have the time and you don't have the space to list my grumbles! I should accept it (he accepts my faults) but I would be bored if I had nothing to grumble about! He takes it all with a pinch of salt...which is soooo annoying.,.. smile

Reorganising the dishwasher; reorganising the shopping trolley (!); washing up ongoing utensils whilst I'm cooking .....these are just a few but do I care? No ...because I could also list .....helping me with my art projects (exhibitions etc); making me laugh; finding lovely places to stay; looking after me when I'm ill...and more!

OH leaves tops off toothpaste, clothes on the floor, rejigs the the dishwasher, scatters mail about and NEVER throws flyers etc. in the bin, always dumps them on the hall table. We have a dressing room that looks as if we have been burgled due to drawers half open with clothes hanging out, and he never, ever hangs anything up without creasing both that garment and several others in the cupboard. Light trousers are worn to mow the lawn, and have grass stains galore, good jumpers are worn for gardening and then there is total dismay and amazement displayed at snags and holes from the rose bushes. Arbitrary decisions get made without consultation, which in the past have caused horrendous disastrous events. I had better stop here; we get on relatively well but if I re read this too often I may head for a divorce solicitor.

He cooks a wonderful roast, but uses 9 saucepans for just the two of us and leaves the kitchen smeared in grease. then says I cooked so you clear up!

Leaves the last few pieces of loo paper on the roll and starts a new one. I've given up on a loo roll holder as I am the only one that will put a new one on. My son was the same when he lived at home.

Leaves the extending magnifying mirror in the bathroom at an angle that when I get there the light above reflects in it and blinds me!

Does wonderful DIY but never finishes a job.

On the subject of an expert watching television, my DD's DFiL is an anaesthetist in a hospital that specialises in maxio facial trauma, but does some cosmetic surgery. He gives a running commentary during Strictly as to who has had what cosmetic surgery done!

mrsmopp, how do you know my DH ?!!!

Kim19 Sat 13-May-17 10:33:40 I agree, yes mine has idiosyncrasies, but I know have my share! The percentages of annoying behaviours slides from him to me, so it's never 50-50. I just try to go with the flow and I think he does, too. We have never had a big row. Disagreements, yes, rows are a waste of life. (My mother was a control freak and his late wife sadly was alcoholic)

We are married 25 years this year. I didn't think I'd find love at 43 when we married after a whirlwind romance. He proposed after a week as we met when I was travelling in the UK.

Remember the song by Orleans?

"Still The One"

We've been together since way back when
Sometimes I never want to see you again
But I want you to know
After all these years
You're still the one
I want whisperin' in my ear

You're still the one
I want to talk to in bed
Still the one
That turns my head
We're still having fun
And you're still the one

You're still the one
That makes me laugh
Still the one
That's my better half
We're still having fun
And you're still the one
You're still the one
That makes me strong
Still the one
I want to take along
We're still having fun
And you're still the one (yes you are)

[Musical Interlude]
Changing, our love is going gold
Even though we grow old, it grows new

You're still the one
That I love to touch
Still the one
And I can't get enough
We're still having fun
And you're still the one

You're still the one
Who can scratch my itch
Still the one
And I wouldn't switch
We're still having fun
And you're still the one

You are still the one
That makes me shout
Still the one
That I dream about
We're still having fun
And you're still the one

You're still the one
Yeah, still the one
We're still having fun
And you're still the one

My best beloved used to be a TV lighting director; thus every programme we watch together has a running commentary on how it should have been lit, what the director/producer has done wrong and, as we sit through an enormous long list of credits, comments on whether he knew any of the people and whether they were any good.

A very minor thing, I know, and he is a complete and absolute darling who is the light of my life.

On another note, not really connected with the post.
We are of a generation that waited on Men as though they were some sort of deity. My children don't have the same ' waiting on hand and foot ' approach that we have had.
My sons in laws don't get food on the table as soon as they come in from work ( long hours and commuting in high powered demanding jobs) and neither do my sons. Looking after children and going to work are level pegging. If they throw clothes on the floor, then they stay there. They cook, clean, wash and iron and do outside jobs as well. I don't actually think my Dds work as hard as the boys.
I must say I viewed the modern marriage with surprise at first, but now I am used to it.
I do have to bite my tongue at half six in the morning , whilst one of the SIL is up at 6 to go to London (45 mins train journey) and he gets the ironing board out. Plus he is feeding a child and trying to get him dressed for school. ( grannies does it while I am there)
I slaved away with a full time job, lots of children, aupairs to sort, etc. I nearly killed myself being a working Mum but at the same time, also trying to be the Mother my Mother was, who was a SAHM.

My OH completely fills the kettle .. just for two cups of tea, then at other times is anxiously checking the energy monitor. He makes comments about people .. usually before they are out of hearing range. But he's a lovely man, and when I think about my ex (horrible man)I thank my lucky stars!!!

Oh I get the newspaper thing as well. No papers during the week because you can see the news on TV. Then he goes out on Saturday and brings in a shed load heavies complete with all the supplemts, magazines etc. Can't chuck them out till he's done all the crosswords which can take a week. Can't chuck them out because he hasn't read them all yet.
I'd be interested if the male gransnetters could start a similar thread about things we do that irritate them? Oh, silly me, they wouldn't be able to think of anything.
Would they??

Longdistancegrnny Oh gosh - are we all married to the same man?


we even have other people's 'stuff' in our garage that he is kindly 'minding' and he collects 'stuff' that 'may come in useful one day'.

Where to start? He hates throwing things away - anything that 'might become useful' which means the garage, the attic and even parts of the garden would be attractive to the Steptoes. He also wears clothes until there is a 'do' he has to attend - and then panic sets in. But we've been together 47 years and he ain't going to change and he IS a lovely, kind man and I'm very lucky.

Oh gosh - are we all married to the same man? Or do they just morph at a certain age? Clothes - don't speak to me - has no idea how to co-ordinate, will wear three or four clashing blues together "They are all blue, of course they go together" drives me mad, didn't matter so much when he was young and slim(ish!)but now he is a bit larger makes it worse somehow! And newspapers on the floor! We have two papers Sat and Sun and as he finishes each section he flings it on the floor beside the coffee table....grr - so by the end of the weekend we have a mountain of paper there, wouldn't be so bad if he then took them straight to the recycling bin, but no, they are piled up by the front door until he next goes out that way!

The remote is a 'man thing'.
... he tidies up my things then can't remember where he put them...

He puts his shoes on when he gets dressed in the morning and refuses to remove them again until he gets undressed in the evening. I hate it that the grandchildren are crawling about on dirty floors no matter how many times they've been cleaned. He seems to think showing your socks is unmanly.

Refuses to acknowlwedge that things have a 'place', he just randomly puts everything into the nearest cupboard and I spend ages every day searching for things before I can do anything.

Wears shoes that look like school boy lace ups. They're awful, especially as he has quite big feet. Nothing he wears can look good over these great clumpy shoes.

He also seems to think I have one or two faults as well so he is obviously deluded!