^That sounds like me and my husband. I get so tired of being the one making all the decisions. Every movie, every restaurant, every tv show. The worst part is the subtle, passive-aggressive crap that comes along with it. He refuses to pick a place to eat, but says he's starving. So I pick a restaurant and he just sighs and says, "That's fine---I guess."
"What? You don't want to go there?"
"It's fine."
"Where do YOU want to go?"
"I don't care."
Even hubby's best friend has made jokes about needing an extra half-hour when they go out, because he's going to ask him where he wants to eat.
I don't understand that at all. If someone specifically asks me what I want, I can tell them exactly what I want--what movie I want to see, what restaurants I like, etc. I don't understand how hubby's own likes or dislikes can be such a fucking mystery to him.
"What? You don't want to go there?"
"It's fine."
"Where do YOU want to go?"
"I don't care."
Even hubby's best friend has made jokes about needing an extra half-hour when they go out, because he's going to ask him where he wants to eat.
I don't understand that at all. If someone specifically asks me what I want, I can tell them exactly what I want--what movie I want to see, what restaurants I like, etc. I don't understand how hubby's own likes or dislikes can be such a fucking mystery to him.