CharlieD
Chef Extraordinaire
I say at least rent and watch Green Fried Tomatoes with you DH, and at the appropriate moment look at him and just say hmmm..., and we asks you what you just say, nothing, nothing dearrr.
as you pick up his plate and dump it in the trash. Just make sure you haven't prepared a top-of-the-line cut of beef...or fish it out later after he's gone to a local take-out joint and feed it to the dog (or cat, or chickens). I bet the fill-in-the-blank critter would not complain.Women are not unknown to me, as a brit and therefore in touch with my feminine side i have ruminated over your prob for the last 10 mins.
Solution, kick him in the bolas.
Well geeezze I guess I should get that life insurance policy that Fiona was talking about first.
But seriously I would never do that to someone even before I saw all that info on Snopes. Venting here did help alot.
Awww PT, that would really be hard to live with. I'm sure he has lots of other wonderful qualities or you wouldn't have married him.
As frustrating as it is, I would suspect some other cause for his whining. He's obviously GETTING your attention when he whines. Maybe he needs your attention and he's internalized this is a good way to get it? Does dinner happen at roughly the same time every day? Does he get a chance to decompress after work?
OK, if none of that is helpful, a nice big shot of whiskey or bourbon as an aperitif might make your meals more palatable to him. If not, take the shot yourself! Then his whining won't bug you so much!
don't reward behavior that bugs you (as in striving even more to meet his every food desire). When possible, just ignore and walk away (after a session, without kids present, letting him know the new future).
My the same thing...whine. But he also eats the food I give him and goes back for seconds and thirds. If he had his choice he would live on 1950's food, primarily canned or boxed. I have finally gotten to the point where I can say "If you don't like it don't eat it. He's a big boy. He can make a box of mac and cheese if he doesn't like what I serve. On the up side, he does put up with me too.
This certainly brought back memories. I was pregnant with my fifth child. As usual my hormones were running amok. I finaly asked my husband how could he take my mood swings. I couldn't stand myself. Answer?
"You put up with mine, I put up with yours. And yours only last nine months."
After that I did try to control my hormones.
Long-standing joke in my life...3 weeks a month I loved Shrek, for one week I hated him (I'm sure you undertstand why). I used to joke that when I hit menopause, at least my hormones would level out...it did, they did and without medications...I hate him all the time. It's how I knew I had a problem and needed medical help, I was definitely NOT myself.