Why does the sink sponge always remain wet and smell like rotting fish? How come every time you reach for toilet paper it’s installed backwards? Reddit asked their users to share examples of when their significant other turned roommate made their skin turn inside out. Some of these stories are probably not boyfriend/girlfriend exclusive, but they’re still super relatable and entertaining. More annoyances found here.
Hair. There’s hair everywhere. It accumulates and forms into balls that look like spiders. When I step on a hair spider, I scream like a bitch. This happens several times a week.
AT YOUR SERVICE
My GF just moved in and I still act like she’s a guest. “Can I get you anything? Something to drink?”
DIFFERING DINING SITUATIONS
Different dinner expectations and manners. I was raised to eat dinner together at a table, and wait for everyone to finish eating before leaving the table. Husband eats whenever, wherever, without consideration for me. He’ll leave me as soon as he’s done eating without a word. It’s just the two of us so it’s not that big of a deal.
Now that I have someone around to constantly annoy I have to be far more creative lest I become predictable.
WHITE NOISE NEEDED
Noise. My husband and I are total opposites when it comes to noise. He loves loud white noise to drown out his thoughts. He sleeps with a fan on him for noise and circulation. He often uses a hair dryer on his feet to keep them warm in conjunction with the loud noise it makes. I love silence. Sometimes I even drive in silence with the radio off. I never slept with a fan or anything like that. We both have learned to compromise. We have the fan on for sleeping. And limited hair dryer time for him. Anytime he wants loud music he gets to use headphones.
NOT THAT BOTTLE, SILLY
6000 bottles of toner, makeup remover, lotion for this, lotion for that, foot scrub, body scrub, eyelash gel, mint tea herbal emotional shampoo, magnesium oil, wheat chaff eyebrow fixer, recycled bong water energy serum… You get the idea
The constant farting.
POO POO NIGHTMARES
How much it sucks to have to wait to poop. Before the move, I went when I pleased. After the move, you either go when she’s done or you’re done when she has to.
STAYING ON YOUR SIDE
Sharing a bed night after night takes some getting used to. You have to learn to find positions that are comfortable for both of you, how not to hog bed space, how not to steal all the blankets (or how to steal them back from your SO’s sleeping death grip), get used to waking up when your partner moves or gets up, etc.
That she required the kitchen to be as sterile as an operating room, with requisite hand washing and rewashing and disposal of anything that could possibly have been touched by an unclean hand, even if it probably hadn’t been.
Thing is, she’d been cooking with me for months and hadn’t said a thing. She held it in until she had me cornered.
He squeezes the toothpaste from the middle.
We’ve had many debates; he refuses to adjust to the proper way of tube squeezing.
We’re talking about a man who alphabetizes his DVD and CD collections which number in the thousands… I don’t understand it.
BORN IN A BARN
Doesn’t. Close. The cabinets. Why.