Quote Originally Posted by AR's King Silabolin View Post
I did it again. Another argue. She went upstair, with the remote controll for the TV in the main livingroom. Daugther is using second livingroom with TV.
Sitting here alone in sofa wo functioning TV.
This time i didnt like a comment she made. Something about emtying the dustroom in the new vacuumcleaner we bougth. Something like, this is so easy that even U can do it. I know she didnt mean to do any harm, or diss my tecnical knowhow. But i just couldnt let go. "The fuck u mean by that.... Etc etc etc... Then 10 minutes argu before she grabbed me, lay me down in the sofa and sat on my head and put her hand on my mouth to shut me up. Ofcourse non violent, no aggresion. Im 260, she 160 maybe...
But stil tension in the discussion. And she got frustated. I didnt give in, just trying to breethe and continue my argue.
"U Seriously think i cant clean the vacuumcleaner, ok im lazy and i dont do it, but its not because its too difficult", "I never said that"... "Yes you did".... Bla bla bla.
Then she moved, 10 min quietness. I went to the bathroom to fix my hair and when i came back, she was gone. Upstair in her bed with the remote control.

My side, Monica is extremely dominant. Private and in her job. If u let her, she tell u everything what to do. Or she do everything for u. But she is ok with living in my house and let me deceide the most important things, economy, house upgrades etc. We are married, but she knows she is the one who has to move out. If we break up.
She is also smart at a provocing level, very beautiful and extremely perfect in all social gatherings.
I guees it all boiles down to a pissing contest from my side. But... I heard other men say the same shit when hanging with her.
Nevertheless fuck fuck FUCK!!!

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Nice job, Sil...nice job.
LOL, don't let them.push your buttons, man. Some women have a habit of remembering what irks you and they'll use that same approach again.

Next time, turn the tables on her and tell her you'll show her easy. Throw her over your shoulder and take her up to the bedroom to tear one off.

Now you're down to a couple of ways of salvaging the situation.
1) Go in there and break the damn vacuum cleaner and tell her she was wrong, you can't empty the vacuum. That option really gets you nothing but a broken vacuum cleaner and Mrs. Sil will be more angry.

Or...

2) You can go upstairs and tell her she was right, you think you can probably handle emptying the vacuum.

Once you get her talking it's all good. Hell, take her to supper for some lamb or reindeer and kumla ( or whatever she likes).