Being married is a beautiful and glorious thing. Finding someone to spend your forever with is amazing. But, it seems as though after you figure out the honeymoon stage is over, husbands are annoying as hell to deal with. We love them, but they are the absolute worst to deal with when it comes down to everyday, day-to-day life.
Why is this so real and painful?
Is it me, or does everyone’s husband do this whenever we have to be somewhere by a specific time? It’s like he is asking for me to rage on him like the Incredible Hulk. Hulk smash, baby.
It’s free therapy.
Talking to your husband and spilling the daily tea to him is better than girlfriend because you know he is not invested in it and he really isn’t listening to a damn word you are saying. It’s like talking into a void. Amazing.
Why does he never hear anything?
It seems as though the criteria to become a husband is to sleep like a rock through absolutely everything known to mankind, especially a crying baby. No, it’s fine, I’ll get up again honey, you just stay here and sleep.
But, God forbid I sleep in.
So my husband can sleep through a nuclear war, but when I sleep in even a minute or two past the time I’m supposed to make breakfast for him, he will definitely let me know. Let me live!