Choosing to spend the rest of your life with someone is a huge step in anyone’s relationship. While we all look forward to finding “the one” and walking down the aisle, spending forever together, and having a sweet life, marriage can sometimes be a lot more headaches than romance. Sure, we all want the ring and the party. But, the aftermath ain’t all it’s cracked up to be!
Sorry guys, you just can’t win.
It’s like we want help around the house, but the way that you help around the house isn’t the RIGHT way to help around the house. Do you know what I mean? Just do it the right way!
Honestly, just leave.
We clean and cook and scrub all day only for our husbands to come home with their dirty, sweaty, annoying selves and ruin all of that hard work we’ve already done. Go somewhere else with your gym sweat.
Can’t they do anything right?!?
Wives know best when it comes to… everything. Don’t question her, don’t ask her why, just know that whatever you are doing or trying to do, you’re doing it wrong.
Sick men are the absolute worst and you cannot argue with me on THAT.
It’s one thing to have a cold, it’s a whole other beast when a man has a cold. It’s like their entire world is ending and folding over right before their very eyes. Just brace yourselves.
Get out of my way!
Seriously, men are always in the way! In the kitchen, in the bathroom, in the bedroom. Just stay in your “man cave” and stay out of my way, all of the time, all of the days.
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Marriage is quite like a car in the sense that there are tons of issues and mechanical things that need repairs. But, we need experts to help us with that crap — we have no idea what we’re doing.
Why is he the way that he is?
Men are convinced that “cuddle” is synonymous with “sex” for some very strange and unforeseen reason. I just want to lay here and watch Real Housewives , gosh!
A dead man is better than a sick man.
Like we said, sick men are no good. They cry and whine and complain until you treat them like your third child. Might as well hire a life-at-home nurse and take a vacation by yourself until they are better.
It’s the worst kind of betrayal.
I think I might rather have him out with another girl than him having a whole pizza dinner without bringing it home to me. That’s some ultimate backstabbing sh*t.
Just let me at that bad boy!!!
Why are all women obsessed, and I mean obsessed, with popping their husband’s pimples and acne? It doesn’t make any sense to me, it’s nasty. But truly, we cannot get enough of it.
It doesn’t work, but we can’t stop trying.
It seems as though the more you repeat something, the less likely it is that men will get it done. But, hey, it doesn’t hurt to keep on trying forever and ever.
