Discussion in 'General Chat' started by Bergdorf Goodwill, Feb 7, 2007.
I'm going to ask for an act of the Gods to get you the hell out of there. Old navy jeans *shudder*
Get in the spirit and critique the Old Navy fits.
I'm with in laws having a similar experience. Can't wait to continue on to my next destination.
It's a tough one because it essentially comes down to values. It's very hard to find the same perspective when you have serious difference in ambition, perspective on work/life balance, etc. One side sees it as neglect, the other sees it as a necessity to advance their career goals. Neither is really wrong, just differences in priority.
I've only had one, and it was founded around a weird misunderstanding. My wife had a habit of falling asleep on the couch unintentionally, usually leaving some late night chores on my shoulders (dog walking mostly) by default. One night I was just annoyed by it and gave her a little nudge and she jolted awake, I told her to walk the dog and went to bed. Next morning, I realized she'd slept on the couch all night and was giving me the silent treatment. Took me a couple hours to figure out that she thought I hit her, apparently that's how her sleeping brain processed it. Had some slamming doors and yelling in the middle, first time any of that had come up.
My parents had the yelling/screaming thing a decent number of times when I was a kid. It sucks.
that stinks. sorry to hear that man. glad you and your wife are not repeating the pattern.
It was hardly a regular occurrence, but you remember that sort of thing as a kid. Scary seeing your parents go at it like that.
Fights with yelling and throwing things (and occasional domestic violence) were the norm in my childhood experience. It took me a long time to learn that that wasn't actually how all relationships went. Even today, though, I am always keenly aware of anything that might happen to cause a terrible fight.
Fucking shithead customers. I work in a bar in Iceland, a nation known for making alcoholism a competitive sport, and my customers there aren't half as drunk as my regulars in the US, where I work in a cigar store, which I cannot emphasize this enough, does NOT SERVE FUCKING LIQUOR. seriously, when I tell you I'm calling a cab for you so you can go home before you make a COMPLETE ass out of yourself, give you a free cigar and offer to pay out of pocket for the cab, I'm not being a "buzzkill" I'm being a better friend than you have ever earned.
Oh, also, for the third christmas break in six years, a relative I was close to died and no-one told me until someone accidentally blurted it out in the course of a conversation.
My parents fought a lot while I was growing up too. I remember going to school one day in the third grade, feeling sad and worried because I had heard my parents fighting the night before with no resolution by the end of the night (yes, I would stay up at night under the covers, listening to the ebbs and flows of their muffled shouting). You could tell when they resolved their differences or not by the end of the night.
I was extremely anxious the next day at school because I knew they'd argue and fight again. I came home from school and just sat in my room, counting down the hours until my dad would come home, stressed out of his mind from work.
Needless to say, all the fighting I witnessed throughout the years probably didn't help me at all in terms of my emotional development. When I was younger, I remember being so scared to death that they would get divorced and I thought that was going to be the end of the world. As I got older, I coped by tuning it out and I just withdrew from it all.
Today? They never fight anymore. If you saw them interacting, you never would have guessed that they had fought so much over the years.
The work v her argument came to an end when I admitted that I do prioritize work but that when we have children, there will be no question of priorities.
T-minus one week and 9 months until you have a child.
Bite your tongue. I'm seriously thinking about getting a vasectomy until we are ready (4-5 years from now) just to obviate the possibility of an unplanned pregnancy.
you know how our mysterious God works... now your fiancé will be pregnant with twins by march.
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