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Now today's first story comes from throwaway plans who asks, am I the asshole for refusing my wife's plans that she doesn't tell me about? I, 34 male, had a fight with my wife, 33

female, and I need some perspective because this is an ongoing

issue. On Wednesday we were talking about stuff in our garage. We don't use it for anything but

storage right now, but she will be getting a motorbike in a few months time. There's space for

the bike but it's a good motivator to do a clean out. Not an immediate urgent problem though. She said

in passing we should clear out all the boxes and get rid of the junk. I said yeah, I need to sort

through some of that stuff. That's it. Hold Convo. I'm not forgetting or skipping anything. That's

literally it. Word for word. On Saturday I slept late after a huge week and then was just chilling out.

She seemed tetchy, asking me repeatedly what I was up to today and getting more annoyed

when I said things that amounted to just chilling.

You?

Finally I asked if there was something she was wanting to do.

As far as I know, we had no plan, so I figured on

an afternoon reading and cooking, maybe binging some TVs, we're due when we have a couch day.

She snappily asked if I was going to sort out the boxes in the garage. I said, today. I wasn't

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