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am i asking to much, husbands and wives answer!! plz?
May 24th
Question by Nikki H: am i asking to much, husbands and wives answer!! plz?
my husband and i are constantly arguing over things, and its got to the point where im feeling physically sick. i crave attention for just me, i am at home with our son and he works long hours.i unserstand that hes tired and stressed out but i feel like a heroin junkie begging for drugs with no money!
he critises me, like he wants the perfect housewife, i do clean everyday and he still says its not good enough for him, i cant stand this, i feel like he wants a stepford wife. its boring waking up everyday with this hurting now….. if i cry he walks away, it makes him so mad, he couldnt put his arm around me and tell me to its ok, i feel like he listens but he does not hear. he promised to love and cherish me. he has never bought me an anniversary present….he never wants to have a date night. he is grumpy most of the time.
i am lost here. i know i dont exceed his expectations, i cant compare to his mother. he wants me to be the perfect chef, mother and housewife and i cant do it. do i walk away, i tried for ages to turn off my emotion, then i switched it back on, the need got too great, i started telling myself that i should just ignore the love i so deperatly seek, i dont know how to turn it off again, ive opened a big bag of worms. he feels overwhelmed. we had a talk and he wants me to cook his native foods, i have agreed but when hes teachin me, he so angry….its no fun. i thought it could be fun for us to do together, i want to do this for him, i just feel a bit out of my depth. he said hes looked up romanace…. and hes going to get some books, he even told me little things which he could do, but he hasnt done them, when i was working i thought oh i will see if hes sent me a text, i got so used to him not before that i stopped checking because i didnt want to disapoint myself. he hadnt sent me a text. am i putting too much pressure on him. i am not materialistic. i just think scribbling a note when he leaves for work at 6 in the morning wouldnt hurt, but it would make me feel a bit of love.
i cant keep talking over the same things with him…i really am desperate for advice on this one. its like romance is conditional on how well i treat him. he thinks romance costs money.
help!
romance does not cost mney bumble bee, maybe u should open your eyes. its romantic someone lighting a few candles and playin some music and talking, its romantic to write a little not once in a while. english is my language. dont answer if ur going to be rude, there really is no point
Best answer:
Answer by trish s
I think you need a break,go and stay with friends or family for a week or two and see how he copes without you. That will give you both some space to think about your relationship. If it can’t be fixed,then leave him for good…………..
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Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 6th
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 5th
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 5th
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 4th
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 4th
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 4th
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 3rd
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
Home Remedies For Dry Skin: Some of Them Are More Than Old Wives’ Tales, as Fuller Brush Knows
Jan 3rd
“So what home remedies for dry skin would you recommend?” Natasha asked Charlie, as she padded out of her bedroom holding a Fuller Brush toothbrush in her hand. “I mean, they’re all nuts, right? Old wives’ tales if you ask me.”
Charlie shrugged.
“There’s a ring of truth to the ones that are still around today,” he insisted.
His roommate stepped towards him and poked him in the chest as she responded:
“They’re all hoopla, my friend!”
“Hoopla?” he responded.
“They’re all marketing gimmicks. The best anti-wrinkle creams – if you ask me, and you didn’t – but the best anti-wrinkle creams on the market are actually sold as hemorrhoid creams.”
“Hemorrhoid creams?” he repeated, wrinkling his own face.
“You gotcha!” Natasha poked him once more for good measure.
“Alright, first of all, what did I tell you about personal space?” Charlie asked her. “You cannot flirt with me and give me the impression that you like me – as you usually do – because it hurts me right here.” He touched his chest.
She took a theatrical step back, and looked down at her tee shirt and legs as if making sure she was not invading his space. Then she pointed to the gap between her eyebrows.
“Look,” she said, and he saw the patch of dry skin. “How do I fix this without using one of your stupid home remedies for dry skin?”
“You and me have known each other since when? Middle school?” Charlie asked her.
She nodded, adding: “And then some.”
“And then some. And have I ever given you bad advice?”
She pouted and shook her head.
“I’ve never steered you wrong, right?”
“No, Charlie. But what are you going to give me to clear up my dry skin?”
“Witch hazel lotion,” he declared. He pulled open the bathroom door and she followed him in. He opened the cabinet above the sink and took out the container of Fuller Brush lotion.
“Witch hazel!” she shrieked, and she then cackled like a witch. “It even sounds like something out of the seventeenth century!”
“A lot of these so-called home remedies, as you call them,” Charlie began. “You take Saint John’s Wort, or Valerian root, or lavender – take your pick, Tash – these are still popular today because they actually work. Now I’m not some dippy hippy, alright? I’m not a member of the yogurt mad bean curd brigade.”
She laughed.
“I work a nine to five job,” he continued. “…where I have to be clean shaven. I have to shave every day, and one of those home remedies for dry skin that you baulk at is this Fuller Brush witch hazel lotion. Just try it, alright?”
She looked at him in the mirror, put his arms around his shoulders and smiled. They looked at each other’s reflections.
“Alright, I’ll give it a go.”
“Tash, you’re breaking my heart here.”
“Huh?” She looked at him in the mirror.
“Personal space?”
She pecked him on the cheek.
“You love it really,” she said.
