So today I wanna talk about this passive aggressive crap my husband pulls. Started noticing it last year – little things, ya know? Like he’d agree to take out the trash, then “forget” three days straight until the kitchen smelled like a dumpster fire. Classic.
The Day I Snapped
Everything blew up Tuesday morning. My favorite mug? The one with the cactus? Found it shattered in the sink. He shrugged, “Oh guess it slipped.” Bullshit. Saw that smug smirk when he thought I wasn’t looking. Felt my blood boil but bit my tongue.
My Stupid “Nice” Phase
Tried being super understanding like those dumb blogs say. Made his favorite meatloaf, cleaned his gross gym shoes. Know what I got? Laundry dumped back onto my side of the bed – still damp. He mumbled, “Dryer’s acting up.” Yeah right. Dryer worked fine for MY clothes.
The Lightbulb Moment
Sat stewing Thursday night drinking cheap wine when it clicked: he wants a reaction. That little toilet seat fight? Left it up AGAIN after peeing? He was baiting me. Felt like a damn idiot playing nice.
Operation Reverse Uno
Friday morning, I switched tactics. Cooked only for me – made bacon & eggs, ate it right in front of him. Ignored his glare. When he “accidentally” left sour milk in the fridge? Just silently tossed it beside his laptop bag. Watched his eye twitch from the corner of my eye.
Petty Warfare Rules
Made myself rules like a damn general:
- Zero nagging (even when he deliberately parks crooked)
- Loud praise ONLY for actual helpful stuff (“Wow babe, thanks for actually refilling the toilet paper!”)
- Grey rock face during his “oh poor me” sighs
His Confused Backpedal
By Sunday? Dude was baffled. Caught him actually rinsing his plate instead of leaving crusty spaghetti sauce on it. Even awkwardly offered me coffee. Drank it silently while scrolling Instagram. Held back my victory dance.
So yeah. Three weeks in and he’s still testing me sometimes – last week hid the remote in the freezer like a toddler. But now? I breathe, count to ten, and just… watch him squirm in his own awkward silence. Might not work forever, but man watching him unravel when I don’t play along? Priceless. Still married. Sometimes.
