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Following on from Wednesday’s Rules of Marital Engagement you’ll never guess what I’m going to whine about today?
I feel like he’s escaped the FFS!?ing for far too long, given my ability to while for Australia about any given topic.
So today is all about him.
I hope he feels special and loved etc.
At some point soon after my return from the US, #1Hubby was a douche. FFS!?
It wasn’t a big deal, but I’ve enjoyed making him sweat over it, if for no other reason than to keep him on his toes and provide me with a bit of sadistic entertainment in lieu of a post-holiday downer. No FFS!?
I really made him sweat for a few days. No FFS!?
He even went so far as to declare his love via a friend’s Facebook status update about having coffee with me. Schmaltzy No FFS!?
He has, however, on occasion forgotten that he’s in the sin bin, and behaved completely
unrepentant unreasonably. FFS!?
He attempted to converse with me about his work. FFS!?
He dared to ask me to do stuff for him of a domestic nature that I would normally do, but rules of marital engagement clearly state that I do not have to do them when he’s been an ass. FFS!?
On the whole, he was very easy to get along with while we both tried to remember what he did to piss me off. No FFS!?
Seriously, I don’t actually remember. Only I’d successfully carried it on for a few days, and I feel that it would have been a sign of weakness and stupidity if I was to confess as much. FFS!?
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Peace was finally brokered minutes before we went out for dinner. Just the 2 of us. No FFS!?
I was considering taking a magazine, or whipping out my phone to Crush some Candy. But that would have been poor etiquette. FFS!?
So instead I put him out of his misery right as we walked out the door. After he offered to be the designated driver in an attempt to appease me, heh. No FFS!?
It was my turn to be the sober driver. And if you knew us, you would know that to be a massive sacrifice on his part, and an epic win on my part. No FFS!?
I have now realised that I'm away for Father's Day, and so the tables have turned and he's the one enacting the rules of marital engagement. FFS!?
How quickly the tables have turned. FFS!?
I'm a frosty,awkward silence away from offering him a lap dance or football season tickets in order to redeem myself. FFS!?
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