Link up at Mama Kat’s!
This week, I decided to do Prompt 2:
Describe a trait that attracted you to your significant other, but that now drives you a little crazy.
Perhaps it isn’t the best month to write this post as our 9th wedding anniversary is coming up in a few weeks, but hey—if nothing else, nine years of marriage turns all those cute quirks you fell in love with into aggravating annoyances that make you want to punch your loved one in the face repeatedly. So, at the risk of not reaching our 9th wedding anniversary, here are some things about Mr. Jenners that used to charm me and now drive me bat-shit crazy. (My apologies for the language, but I felt I had to express just how crazy I feel about some of this stuff and “bat-shit crazy” is the correct word choice.)
- When I first met Mr. Jenners, it was attractive that he was so organized and detail-oriented. Having been previously married to an unorganized mess of a person, I just loved Mr. Jenners’s Type A personality and anal-retentiveness. I relished the sense of order and peace it brought me. Now it makes me want to hit him over the head with a frying pan and scream “Stop making the frigging detailed vacation packing list and throw some stuff in a suitcase and let’s go.”
- It used to be charming when he’d make amusing little “jokes” about my driving like “Hmmm…the speed limit is 65 here. Seems like everybody else saw that sign.” Now when he comments on my driving, I want to open the door and shove him out of the moving car.
- I used to find it sexy when he’d confidently go to a blackjack table and make bets of $25 and blow through a few hundred dollars. Now I can’t stand the thought of risking that kind of money (that now feels like it belongs to me too)—regardless that he sometimes wins. Because now I’ve been there when he’s lost too, and I can’t stomach that. It makes me nauseous and stressed out.
- I used to find it amusing that he had to win at all costs … no matter what the game. Now, after seeing his need to crush a small child in a game of Candyland and his complete dominance in iPhone games that we all play, I live to defeat him … and it will happen one day. (I’ve been trying for 5 years now and haven’t come close yet. It is beyond frustrating.)
- I used to love that he was a thorough and persnickety cleaner when we were sharing the housework. Now that I’m the official housekeeper, I seethe at his “white glove” tests and resent his belief that “cleaning the living room” involves dusting the baseboards and actually moving furniture when vacuuming.
- His enjoyment of sexual relations used to be exciting and fun, but I’m over that now and it is a just a pain in the ass. (Not literally though. That would be gross.)