I hate when you ask me questions that prove you don’t appreciate or notice me. Your underwear, along with every other article of clothing in this fucking house, get folded and placed into the same exact drawer every time we do laundry. So why would you come to me and ask where they are. We’ve been married for 4 years and you still don’t notice how I organize our things. Or you do and just couldn’t care less. I hate opening the dresser and seeing all of the clothes mixed together because you don’t care enough about my effort to gently search through them. I hate that I hate myself for being nice to you. I hate that I hate myself when I’m mean to you. I hate that I thought you’d be a good dad and husband. I hate you.
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Same. I think guys don’t care about this kind of stuff. I reminded my husband thousands of times not to throw clothes on the ground. He still does. He’s been doing that for years and he is not gonna change. So I give up. 🥹 otherwise he is a good dad and husband.

Girl say it to him ! It makes me sad for you say that you hate him but there must be other things going on other than him being dumb for not searching for his own shit.