There are a lot of things I won't tell you. Truthfully I barely tell you anything. You get all upset, but I'm not going to do what you say. I was 18 when you met me. Being 30, you had it all over me and our first decade was mostly about me learning from you.
I'm 53 now and your are 65. You tell me the same stories constantly. You have finally stopped trying to tell me what to do, but that took years of training, and I can see it your eyes. You would like for me to still do everything your way. After we had a light version of this discussion. three different times as we went through the day I made a choice that you shunned in preference to your own way. I pointed out to you at dinnertime the three occasions when you should have listened to me. How old are you going to get before you will EVER take me seriously?
I'm not 18 now. I'm not a stupid kid. I'm an adult middle aged woman. I have gotten an education both in university and in the school of hard knocks.
You need to listen to me. I am right about stuff sometimes. Get a clue, dude. I'm old. I have learned a lot from you. But that doesn't mean everything you think or say is right. Sometimes, and I know this is new material for you, I am right and we should take my plan or my decision.
Except for the recent discussion and my three points of evidence, I haven't said any of this to you because you would say, "if you want to pic a fight about something make it something less stupid" OR the very popular "if you want to pic a fight about something can you wait til this race/sport/priceisright/news is over?"
So I don't talk to you much. I'm not pouting. It's just a waste of time and I don't even feel like bothering.
Also, I do not mumble. You are going deaf. Have you got any idea how loud the fucking tv is? I get it... you won't use your cane, and you don't want hearing aids. You are 65. You are going to have to deal with age as it heads us both towards old, which is where we both want to arrive. I want to arrive in old safely, relatively healthy, and still with you but you can't ignore the needs of your years because you are so frustrating it's hard to spend time with you. It's getting harder and harder because you can never hear me anymore so even when I talk to you, you yell at me because you didn't hear me.
Come on dude. Stop running your mouth all the time, shut the hell up, and pay attention to our changes. The kids are pushing out on their own more or less. In the next 5 years, probably much less, everybody will be gone and I'll be working full time and you are going to sit on the couch and watch tv. You will die sitting on that couch watching tv, alone and lonely.
You need to try to get some of your life back. Yes you are disabled but you could go fishing. You could drive down and see your brother. Or your kids from your first marriage. If you would do something, you'd have some new stories to tell and you wouldn't be hanging around me telling me I'm wrong when I often end up being right. It's not about the right or wrong. It's about you being stubborn and pigheaded AND misogynistic against your own wife.