First of all, I love my husband..but the worse he gets..the less I feel "in love" with him.
Backing up, he used to be such a wonderful man. Loving, caring, etc. He's always been on the grumpy side now and then..and moreso than any other man I've ever dated..but I married this man and he has definite issues with his moods.
We've had arguments in our short three year marriage and most of them are over stupid things. He'll stay angry for an entire day and there will be nothing I can do to fix it. He can swear like a sailor in addition to saying some of the meanest things I've ever heard come out of someone's mouth that is supposed to love someone.
For example: He's a clutter freak. He refuses to put anything away so I'll often just put it away to avoid an argument. How DARE I put things away and he wasn't finished using them. There have been times he's DEMANDED I get the vacuum cleaner back out..and plug it back in..NOW!!
He's a clean freak. I can clean and he'll clean better. It's a thing with him that he always has to be right whether it's where the broom should sit if he sweeps the floor free of dog hair from our Golden Retriever, etc. I scrub the floors, he's gotta scrub them better. Again, he sweeps over and over..ALL THE TIME. He scrubs the floors over and over..ALL THE TIME, no matter how much I clean, and I get the feeling that in his mind..he can do better and continues to.
I put the broom away in the broom closet. the vacuum away where it belongs..and if I don't leave things sitting out where he can immediately reach for them..he will do nothing.
He'll sweep the floor and leave little piles. If I'd put the vacuum away, he'll tell me he can't find it even though I've told him where it is. He's like a child that plants his feet and unless something is exactly the way he wants it..he won't go looking for the vacuum even though I told him where it was.
His reply is, "You put it away..I wanted it here (for example..sitting in the middle of the living room floor)..YOU go get it or I'll just leave the pile I swept up sitting there.
We have our own cupboards in our bathroom and he insists on leaving the majority of his things in the bathroom drawers just because he can. One day I simply put his things that were in the drawer back into his cabinet and the next time he was in the bathroom, he blew a gasket and started throwing things around.
His reply was, "I want things where I want them and if you can't respect that..I swear to GAWD I'll nail that damned cupboard shut!!"
I'll never do THAT again!!
He's done other things too like rearrange things in the cupboard so I can't find them and then make me feel like I'm crazy because I can't find them.
I honestly don't know what happened to the sweet, loving husband I married as I couldn't be nicer to him.
He complains about everything. Road rage is his middle name. He can't stand to wait in line anywhere, and thus walks out of the store and waits in the car while I check out.
When we get out of the car, he won't wait for me, but walks five feet in front of me into a store. I've told him often that if he's in a hurry, I'd just sit in the car.
He's got this huge chip on his shoulder...and on his face. To be honest, he looks like he could rip your face off the way he carries himself and the mean look on his face.
It's like, "Get the h** out of my way"
He's not at all the sweet wonderful man I married and I was starting to wonder if the wrapper just came off and this is what I married..or if he had some serious other situations.
One day I stumbled on a FB post from a friend of mine talking about Irritable Male Syndrome. I thought it was some kinda joke until I researched it.
I don't know if any of you have heard of "Irritable Male Syndrome", as many of you may laugh at it being something like PMS. It is...but worse.
My husband has soo many things wrong with him including diabetes, along with problems with his testosterone. I researched this and found that low levels in an individuals body can produce these things in males ages 40+
Not to mention that my hubby doesn't exactly take very good care of himself and often eats the wrong foods..especially pizza and pasta. I can almost peg the day he's going to be in a very ugly mood..that being about two days after he eats pizza (and especially pizza)..his mood turns so horrible that it's like being in the eye of the storm.
Today was one of them.
It started out fine with him being in a great mood. Early afternoon the storm started rolling in. I was out shopping and merely talked about getting some new bedding for our bed.
Out of the blue he hung up on me. I thought we got disconnected and called him back. He didn't answer so I sent him a text about being crabby and why he needed to be just because I was merely LOOKING at bedding..not like I wanted to buy it.
His text reply was, "Oh yes..Ohhh yes I need to be crabby..we cannot afford new bedding..or anything else you plan to buy."
And he didn't just say it that nice as he threw in a bunch of F bombs.
I came back with, "Well you didn't need the new $800 computer you insisted on buying last year either when we had bills to pay.."
I continued with, "I'll talk to you later honey.."
His reply was, "How bout in 2017??" and since I figured he was kidding I texted back, "How bout 2020.."
He came back with, "How bout you don't call me again..EVER..and I mean F** EVER!! That means texting too!! I don't have to put up with your f** ****!!"
Ohhh yeah..yet another one of his temper tantrums. This coming from a 47 year old man.
He has thrown butter at me during these temper tantrums...playing nasty music from the internet for me to hear, etc.
At 52 yeas old..I'm too old for this crap. I honestly blame it on the fact that he doesn't take his testosterone like he should..he doesn't eat like he should (and again, as mentioned..him eating pizza..I can almost PEG when he's going to get in one of his very ugly moods.
I hate playing the blame game on him as most females married to a guy like this would have been long gone.
However..I WILL give him the chance to get some help. I know his levels are off and he needs to see his MD. He needs to eat right to avoid these temper tantrums he has...as my sweet man got up and went.
Again, it's called Irritable Male Syndrome. I know it sounds like a real hoot, but there's actually a diagnosis for it. There's info out there but I'd love to find a forum for it rather than just comments from females that are going through it.
From what I read, one female said that her husband went from being very loving to this man that she thought absolutely hated her. He actually made his own birthday cake because he told her she'd never make it right anyway.
I love the husband he maybe is and I'll blame it on IMS..for a bit.
HOWEVER..there is no way in hell that I'm going to live the rest of my life with a man that can't control his moods, treats me like a second rate citizen at time and feels that it's okay to swear at me over the silliest of things.
We had this discussion a few days ago and I asked him nicely to either control his moods, get in to see his MD and have his levels checked..etc. and he told he he'd try harder.
Two days later he's right back to where he was before.
I'm almost close to done.
Backing up, he used to be such a wonderful man. Loving, caring, etc. He's always been on the grumpy side now and then..and moreso than any other man I've ever dated..but I married this man and he has definite issues with his moods.
We've had arguments in our short three year marriage and most of them are over stupid things. He'll stay angry for an entire day and there will be nothing I can do to fix it. He can swear like a sailor in addition to saying some of the meanest things I've ever heard come out of someone's mouth that is supposed to love someone.
For example: He's a clutter freak. He refuses to put anything away so I'll often just put it away to avoid an argument. How DARE I put things away and he wasn't finished using them. There have been times he's DEMANDED I get the vacuum cleaner back out..and plug it back in..NOW!!
He's a clean freak. I can clean and he'll clean better. It's a thing with him that he always has to be right whether it's where the broom should sit if he sweeps the floor free of dog hair from our Golden Retriever, etc. I scrub the floors, he's gotta scrub them better. Again, he sweeps over and over..ALL THE TIME. He scrubs the floors over and over..ALL THE TIME, no matter how much I clean, and I get the feeling that in his mind..he can do better and continues to.
I put the broom away in the broom closet. the vacuum away where it belongs..and if I don't leave things sitting out where he can immediately reach for them..he will do nothing.
He'll sweep the floor and leave little piles. If I'd put the vacuum away, he'll tell me he can't find it even though I've told him where it is. He's like a child that plants his feet and unless something is exactly the way he wants it..he won't go looking for the vacuum even though I told him where it was.
His reply is, "You put it away..I wanted it here (for example..sitting in the middle of the living room floor)..YOU go get it or I'll just leave the pile I swept up sitting there.
We have our own cupboards in our bathroom and he insists on leaving the majority of his things in the bathroom drawers just because he can. One day I simply put his things that were in the drawer back into his cabinet and the next time he was in the bathroom, he blew a gasket and started throwing things around.
His reply was, "I want things where I want them and if you can't respect that..I swear to GAWD I'll nail that damned cupboard shut!!"
I'll never do THAT again!!
He's done other things too like rearrange things in the cupboard so I can't find them and then make me feel like I'm crazy because I can't find them.
I honestly don't know what happened to the sweet, loving husband I married as I couldn't be nicer to him.
He complains about everything. Road rage is his middle name. He can't stand to wait in line anywhere, and thus walks out of the store and waits in the car while I check out.
When we get out of the car, he won't wait for me, but walks five feet in front of me into a store. I've told him often that if he's in a hurry, I'd just sit in the car.
He's got this huge chip on his shoulder...and on his face. To be honest, he looks like he could rip your face off the way he carries himself and the mean look on his face.
It's like, "Get the h** out of my way"
He's not at all the sweet wonderful man I married and I was starting to wonder if the wrapper just came off and this is what I married..or if he had some serious other situations.
One day I stumbled on a FB post from a friend of mine talking about Irritable Male Syndrome. I thought it was some kinda joke until I researched it.
I don't know if any of you have heard of "Irritable Male Syndrome", as many of you may laugh at it being something like PMS. It is...but worse.
My husband has soo many things wrong with him including diabetes, along with problems with his testosterone. I researched this and found that low levels in an individuals body can produce these things in males ages 40+
Not to mention that my hubby doesn't exactly take very good care of himself and often eats the wrong foods..especially pizza and pasta. I can almost peg the day he's going to be in a very ugly mood..that being about two days after he eats pizza (and especially pizza)..his mood turns so horrible that it's like being in the eye of the storm.
Today was one of them.
It started out fine with him being in a great mood. Early afternoon the storm started rolling in. I was out shopping and merely talked about getting some new bedding for our bed.
Out of the blue he hung up on me. I thought we got disconnected and called him back. He didn't answer so I sent him a text about being crabby and why he needed to be just because I was merely LOOKING at bedding..not like I wanted to buy it.
His text reply was, "Oh yes..Ohhh yes I need to be crabby..we cannot afford new bedding..or anything else you plan to buy."
And he didn't just say it that nice as he threw in a bunch of F bombs.
I came back with, "Well you didn't need the new $800 computer you insisted on buying last year either when we had bills to pay.."
I continued with, "I'll talk to you later honey.."
His reply was, "How bout in 2017??" and since I figured he was kidding I texted back, "How bout 2020.."
He came back with, "How bout you don't call me again..EVER..and I mean F** EVER!! That means texting too!! I don't have to put up with your f** ****!!"
Ohhh yeah..yet another one of his temper tantrums. This coming from a 47 year old man.
He has thrown butter at me during these temper tantrums...playing nasty music from the internet for me to hear, etc.
At 52 yeas old..I'm too old for this crap. I honestly blame it on the fact that he doesn't take his testosterone like he should..he doesn't eat like he should (and again, as mentioned..him eating pizza..I can almost PEG when he's going to get in one of his very ugly moods.
I hate playing the blame game on him as most females married to a guy like this would have been long gone.
However..I WILL give him the chance to get some help. I know his levels are off and he needs to see his MD. He needs to eat right to avoid these temper tantrums he has...as my sweet man got up and went.
Again, it's called Irritable Male Syndrome. I know it sounds like a real hoot, but there's actually a diagnosis for it. There's info out there but I'd love to find a forum for it rather than just comments from females that are going through it.
From what I read, one female said that her husband went from being very loving to this man that she thought absolutely hated her. He actually made his own birthday cake because he told her she'd never make it right anyway.
I love the husband he maybe is and I'll blame it on IMS..for a bit.
HOWEVER..there is no way in hell that I'm going to live the rest of my life with a man that can't control his moods, treats me like a second rate citizen at time and feels that it's okay to swear at me over the silliest of things.
We had this discussion a few days ago and I asked him nicely to either control his moods, get in to see his MD and have his levels checked..etc. and he told he he'd try harder.
Two days later he's right back to where he was before.
I'm almost close to done.
Put the internet to work for you.
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