In the past few months everyone has experienced something like this, writes advice columnist Eleanor Gordon-Smith – you have to tell him, but how you do it matters
My husband’s clicking jaw and loud chewing makes me want to scream. I’m living with a horse. Meal times are impossible. Pre-lockdown I only had to endure dinner at the end of a day. But now it’s three freaking meals and everything in between. In a small apartment I’m going mad. He is someone who does not take on board personal criticism. Self-improvement is not on the cards. I love him but how do I navigate this situation?
Eleanor says: There’s something David-and-Goliath-ish about the way that the biggest things can be undone by the smallest. Strong friendships worn down by perpetually tardy texts, a mother’s love tested by the thousandth time the chicken isn’t defrosted, a marriage made difficult by the equine grinding of a jaw.
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