Ok my turn for partner-bashing.
I'm the worst type, who doesn't throw around the W, B and C word, but rather keep the fire down under until it's Happy Explosion Hour.

I know most men are unable to think further than their own pecker reaches, but is it too much to ask for one teeny tiny, inchy winchy little thing and then get it done?
Apparently so.
I've had a package (of yummy Kylie goods) in the post office in his name from last friday. He said he'd get it Friday. No he didn't.
He said he'd remember it on Monday. Whoops forgot the notice at home.
Promised to get it for Tuesday - oh gee, he had better things to do, ie. come home early, play playstation and spend time on facebook.
Last night I told him I'd really appreciate it if he'd get it today. Well, ofcourse he forgot it, but I was willing to forgive it, if he got it before he went to a basketball game with his friends.
Oh well, the effer just showed up and no package nowhere. Slap me a straightjacket cause I'm about to tear his head off.

And this is just the icing on the cake.
When I'm late from work and I ask if he could drop me off by car the answer is no cause it's much cheaper if I go by bus and be late, but when he's going drinking with his buddies I'm supposed to drive him off and god forbid if he's late or I drive too slow or take the longer route.

Apparently this is all because he has so much things to handle and I'm just sitting along enjoying the free ride he's generously offering.
According to him, he does all the cleaning, cooking, shopping and the laundry.
I work two shifts, fifty hours a week, go to school for twenty and then come home to scrub his dumb of the toilet, wash his underwear and make sure he gets a warm meal on the table while I wash the dishes from last night and vacuum at the same time.

buy

Seriously, if I ever stop coming here it's because fed the vacuum cleaner to him and am doing my time in jail for assault with a cleaning device.

Ok... rant over.
Stopping my cigarette-strike right now, just because he hates it if my hair smells of it when we go to sleep.... this is if he's not smart enough to sleep on the sofa.

Grrr. Men.