My wife’s siblings and her all have the same weird trait: when things get stressful, they clam up and do this “shut up and let me save the world” thing. Her sister’s worked on it a lot because #fireman, but it’s a strong compulsion.
The “hmm, maybe if you’d talked to anyone instead of going missing-person” is extra fun when it’s a tech thing, as after the stress and the teeth-pulling contextual questions, it’s two mouse clicks and an object lesson.
And, when THAT fight’s over…
It has become an ongoing issue that my wife complains that she smells something, then gets angry at me if I am unable to smell that same smell, sometimes accusing me of gas lighting her or calling her a liar, when actually I just don’t smell the smell she’s smelling.
I’m not making implications or accusations, I’m not trying to mislead or confuse her, I just can’t smell whatever she’s smelling and that fact frustrates the heck out of her as though I’m personally letting her down. Then she gets a bit aggro and I have to change the garbages / kitchen compost in the hopes that perhaps those are the sources of the smells I can’t smell. Sometimes that helps. She will never change the garbage or take out the compost herself.
When she insisted that she smelled a gas leak from our furnace that I couldn’t smell, we called a professional who confirmed our furnace was working fine and there was no gas leak; but I was still the villain for denying the gas leak ahead of time. Three times in the last 6 months this has been a thing.
Flip the script, say she’s gaslighting you by pretending to smell things that aren’t there.
(Don’t actually do this unless you really hate your relationship.)
My ex-spouse accused me of cheating on him.
…with a character in the video game.
…because I “clearly love him more that you love me!”
Whenever he’d be upset (for whatever reason), he would snap and say “Why don’t you go talk to the person you actually love??” before giving me the silent treatment until he needed something.
It was the beginning of the end.
Don’t miss it lol
EDIT: oh fuck, I forgot… he actually sold our PS4 containing the game/save file completely out of the blue a few months after his first accusation, without telling me first. The game in question was “Stardew Valley”. He was a shitty little man.
What I’m reading is he was right on the money about the pixel character being a more appealing love interest.
Wet moldy socks were a more appealing love interest.
Whether a specific colour was green or yellow. We eventually looked up the RGB value to settle it, and as it turns out it is the exact shade that’s halfway to yellow and halfway to green.
We were both equally correct in the end.
Colour theory is extremely complicated and you can’t really tell from an RGB value in isolation that it represent a colour “exactly halfway” between green and yellow. Colour is perceptual, not a physical phenomenon, and this has significant meaningful consequences. But I’m glad you found a narrative that saved your marriage.
Did you date my former coworker? I used to use a chartreuse coathanger because it was the only one of that color, which made it easy for me to spot. One day, as I was putting my coat away, this coworker started talking as if we were already mid-way through an argument. “It’s so green. I don’t know why you said it’s yellow.” Huh? I had no idea what he was talking about at first. I asked if he meant my coathanger, and I responded that I didn’t know what color it was. (I didn’t know what “chartreuse” meant yet.) He ranted on, claiming we fought about it once before, even though this was the first time he’d even talked about my coathanger. It was bizarre.
I think that guy had something psychologically troubling going on. I’d also seen him: ask a question, make up an answer for that question, then immediately proceed to believe the answer he made up with 100% certainty. The question? “How do those Magic Eraser cleaning sponges work?” His answer? “They use paint.” I asked how it could possibly match the color of every surface it’s used on, but he insisted his answer must be right. Truly magical thinking.
I also saw him watch an ad for a random product, then promptly declare that he needed that product. I had always thought of ads as something to tune out, but he legit followed them as if they were friends giving advice. I had never seen anything like that.
So this was part of a much bigger discussion and turned out in reality to be mostly due to some unaddressed mental health issues. But on the tail end of an argument, y’know when you’re starting to talk nice again and resolve things, I said something like it’s okay, sometimes you’re just a sad pancake. She burst into tears because she wanted to be a waffle. Hormones and mental health are wild, y’all.
An ex wanted to break up because she was still in love with her ex. Her ex is in prison for decades after going on a rampage against homeless people and critically wounding at least a few. Live happybadger reaction:
My ex-girlfriend worked at a restaurant and they had an annual staff party which was just a house party at the manager’s house. When we opened the door and started taking our shoes off one of the new server girls was shouting at the manager “Don’t call me Lonestar!” and he was like “Yeah whatever Lonestar” and she screamed at the top of her lungs “DON’T CALL ME FUCKING LONESTAR!!!” and shoved him hard, he fell backwards and landed on his ass and she screamed a battle cry and started punching holes in the drywall, busting up her knuckles and bleeding everywhere. We put our shoes back on and just left. She got fired
Whether apple stems are perpendicular or parallel to the surface of the fruit.
We disagreed for years about the color of our couch. I called it brown. He called it blue. It was a weird grayish brown colored couch, but because it was labeled “slate” when he bought it, he insisted it was blue. We then added a teal blue couch to our house which just solidified my “this is the brown couch” position. We do not, to this day, agree. Eventually we got rid of the couch.
Poor couch 😥
One can also have endless arguments about the color turquoise. Is it rather green, or rather blue? Same as teal I guess.
I had very constructive arguments about this with my grandma :
- Can you fetch one the green tiles ?
- What green tile ? You only have blue ones.
- Goes to fetch it herself. See ? A tile, and it’s green.
- But it’s clearly blue…
- I don’t know what you mean, can’t you see that it’s green ?
- I can see very clearly that it’s blue.
- No this is green, this is blue, and the tile is closest to green.
- It isn’t though, it’s definitely closest to blue.
- A while later
- This is pointless… Let’s just call it turquoise.
- Turquoise it is.
- The next time
- Your new oven mittens are quite nice, the blue goes well in your kitchen.
- They are green…
