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Ok, so all I said was, "Sugar booger, my reason to live, my slice of lemon pie --- could you please turn off both the cold and hot water after you take a shower as well as the shower faucet. It's not like I'm pissed that he uses my clear stick deodorant. I got over that long ago. And the fact that he forgets where his own toothbrush is and uses mine, thinking I won't notice, is such old news that I just keep a supply of a dozen unopened new toothbrushes always keeping them out and available. You should throw toothbrushes out every 5 or 6 months anyway.
But I was tired of getting up early in the morning, climbing into the shower, adjusting the hot and cold water only to discover they were already open and I was going to get hit with a bracing rush of water that had been hiding in the cold pipes over night just for me. Not fun. And did I mention that I asked real nice and included some heavy wet lovin' with my request?
The Squeeze is now annoyed with me . . . ME! . . . his favorite sex toy!
I've had to create marks on the bidet faucets with a Sharpee so I can see they are set properly when I sit down and open the main faucet. This assure the lukewarm water doesn't suddenly turn scalding hot as it squirts my butt hole clean because The Squeeze decided to mess with them (and me). That'll get you moving fast, trust me. I have to open the fridge door so slowly that open unbalanced containers of red wine, tomato sauce, and squid ink don't tumble onto the white marble kitchen floor. The toilet paper sculpture (I buy in extra large bulk and arrange the huge bales of toilet paper into various structure, just like building blocks, on the lid of the toilet tank . . . well, they're all gone! The Squeeze has moved them to some cupboard somewhere I can't find them.
What did I do that was so wrong?
We never fight, get angry and yell at one another, or play the passive/aggressive thing. Instead, he just sets me up for minor catastrophes.
Suggestions? :banghead2:
But I was tired of getting up early in the morning, climbing into the shower, adjusting the hot and cold water only to discover they were already open and I was going to get hit with a bracing rush of water that had been hiding in the cold pipes over night just for me. Not fun. And did I mention that I asked real nice and included some heavy wet lovin' with my request?
The Squeeze is now annoyed with me . . . ME! . . . his favorite sex toy!
I've had to create marks on the bidet faucets with a Sharpee so I can see they are set properly when I sit down and open the main faucet. This assure the lukewarm water doesn't suddenly turn scalding hot as it squirts my butt hole clean because The Squeeze decided to mess with them (and me). That'll get you moving fast, trust me. I have to open the fridge door so slowly that open unbalanced containers of red wine, tomato sauce, and squid ink don't tumble onto the white marble kitchen floor. The toilet paper sculpture (I buy in extra large bulk and arrange the huge bales of toilet paper into various structure, just like building blocks, on the lid of the toilet tank . . . well, they're all gone! The Squeeze has moved them to some cupboard somewhere I can't find them.
What did I do that was so wrong?
We never fight, get angry and yell at one another, or play the passive/aggressive thing. Instead, he just sets me up for minor catastrophes.
Suggestions? :banghead2: