So, we live on a big farm, and it's cold here. I was getting dressed and was digging through the clean laundry basket in our bedroom. I found a nice, fat, super soft sock. I held it up to DH and said "this sock is thick!" and promptly began searching out the mate of the pair. I was going to wear said warm sock on this chilly day.

DH quickly replied that "That sock is SS's!", and he picks it up off the bed. SS is 16.

Now, I was immediately incensed. Maybe it was wrong, but I SO OFTEN feel like anything Skid related will ALWAYS take precedence over me. If SS was missing a sock or belt or other article of clothing, neither DH nor myself would hesitate to get him what he needed from our own stuff. But if I need a sock? Oh hellz NO!!! Better not use SS's.

DH feels I overreacted and that "he had no idea" I wanted to wear the sock because it was a warm sock and it was effing cold out. Really? I often he feel he plays the feigned ignorance card. What did he think I was doing? Complimenting the sock? Simply admiring it's fine workmanship? I was getting dressed.... what ELSE would I be planning on doing except maybe WEARING it?

It's also like the SD23 laundry fiasco. SD23 is sorta a slob. OK, she's a borderline hoarder. She was looking for laundry that she did days ago but never turned over to the dryer. She went to the washer to get the clothes, I guess without a thought that 3 other people live here, too. So she pounds up the stairs to ask "Where are the clothes I left in the washer????" I tell her "I dunno, likely someone dried them for you and they are downstairs in a basket". She goes and looks, but says they aren't there. So she calls DH, but he doesn't pick up so she leaves a message. He calls her back, and she doesn't answer. So he calls me, and asks me to get off the computer (I was working!) and go TELL SD where her clean clothes are. Which is downstairs, about 3 feet from where she just claimed to have "looked". I say "Meh, I'll let her know when we're done talking". But NOOOOOO, now DH wants to get off the phone with me to call SD23 to tell her where the clothes that she is too lazy to even look for are located. I tell him if she needed them bad enough, she could have answered his returned call, or called him back, or gone and actually LOOKED for the clothes. It turned into a big argument and stress because I absolutely refused to go deliver this message.

She's fucking 23!!!!!! She can find her own laundry for cripes sake!

I'm so tired of hearing how me not completely catering to his kids every whim translates to "You hate them!!!!" every single fight! All 3 kids have a learned helplessness because of this shit.