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Hard water vs soft water.

So many times we've been in a hotel room and I've taken a shower and commented on what soft water it is because it feels like the soap never rinses off and I feel slippery all over. She always tries to correct me by calling it hard water. She grew up in a desert city that has naturally hard water, so she'll always say, "I know what hard water is, I grew up with hard water!" when the "hard" water she grew up with was softened by some means. It doesn't matter how many articles and blog posts and ChatGPT sessions on the topic I show her, she always insists they're wrong and she's right. We argued about it a few times in the past, but now it's a running joke between us.

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.

The dumb part of any dispute I've had with my wife is thinking I could win.

I attacked my wife on the Game of Thrones board game while she was at 6 castles and I was at 4.

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.

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.

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

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:

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.

Whether apple stems are perpendicular or parallel to the surface of the fruit.

They had a whole stupid argument about… Cheese. It went from small arguing to actual conflict.