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My husband likes
"cleaning the grass, honey" (I call it weeding)
Me:What are you doing? - Him: "I'm looking looking"
There is a street near our house that I am not permitted to drive him down at night- "hantu, honey, scary!"
Buttering bread with a spoon...??? (spoon having been taken from the slot in the drawer directly next to knives)
Travels an hour across the city late at night on the back of a mate's bike, gets off 10 mins from home and sleeps at his mum's house because he is "takut of *****'s driving" & comes home the next day.
Half-inches everything I own, tries on my shoes, tshirts , hoodies, big fluffy dressing gown claims anything he likes as his own- those of you who have seen the pair of us- yeah like my stuff is gonna fit his short-skinny ass.
Expects me to sit around for hours when he socialises with HIS mates, but pop that boot on the other foot & you get sulks for the rest of the day.
Anyone else???? or have I just saddled myself with a weirdo?
"cleaning the grass, honey" (I call it weeding)
Me:What are you doing? - Him: "I'm looking looking"
There is a street near our house that I am not permitted to drive him down at night- "hantu, honey, scary!"
Buttering bread with a spoon...??? (spoon having been taken from the slot in the drawer directly next to knives)
Travels an hour across the city late at night on the back of a mate's bike, gets off 10 mins from home and sleeps at his mum's house because he is "takut of *****'s driving" & comes home the next day.
Half-inches everything I own, tries on my shoes, tshirts , hoodies, big fluffy dressing gown claims anything he likes as his own- those of you who have seen the pair of us- yeah like my stuff is gonna fit his short-skinny ass.
Expects me to sit around for hours when he socialises with HIS mates, but pop that boot on the other foot & you get sulks for the rest of the day.
Anyone else???? or have I just saddled myself with a weirdo?

