I pretty much get the same dinner shit that you guys do. I'll ask him what he wants to do for dinner, and in response I get "well, what are you thinking?" The whole damn reason I'm asking is because I'm not thinking about it and don't want to think about it because I have 0 preference. But then, when I'm cooking at home, I'll have meals prepped and stuff purchased for it to be consumed in a particular order. He'll ask me what's for dinner, I tell him, and then I get a pouty face because he wants something else. Any time we eat out at a restaurant, he always wants whatever form of wings they have to split as an appetizer. Wings are fine, and all, but every fucking time, he wants wings.
Other than that, just money and the bed. The fucking bed. He hates the top sheet, so I sleep with the top sheet folded in half and just sitting on my side of the bed and TBH it kind of just sucks because it doesn't cover me well. But during the night, anytime he rolls over or changes position, he spools the comforter around his legs, so eventually I'm left with none at all. He also somehow rotates the comforter, so when I come to bed there's usually just a small corner of comforter available to me instead of a side. It's petty and minor overall, but goddamn it drives me batshit.
Probably some other shit I can't think of until it happens again, but overall I can't complain. I'm sure there's plenty for him to bitch at me about (my temper being the biggest).
