Real-life. “I can't live in the same walls for a hundred years, I need a change”: His wife is outraged

I feel like a worker who almost always lives on a construction site, and this construction site is my apartment.

And then there's that crazy foreman who always doesn't like something. The wife plays his role quite solidly, you can see her eyes quickly get tired of the old decor, something always needs to be changed in the apartment, but I can't live like this any longer.

These renovations require not only time and effort, but also money. My wife needs repairs every year. During this year, two at most, she got tired of wallpaper, tiles, curtains and everything else.

I offered to do a little – change the curtains and rearrange them, but it wasn't enough. “I can't live in the same walls for a hundred years, I need a change,” my wife was indignant. You come home, and she's already torn off the wallpaper in pieces all over the apartment. So I had no choice but to leave, you can't live in a cluttered apartment. And the saga begins: I have to re-glue the wallpaper, and to do this I have to remove everything from the walls, including the air conditioners, curtains and shelves, remove the tiles in the bathroom, because my wife had already used a hammer, throw out all this junk, buy building materials, and then do the actual repair.

The first time I did everything in good faith. My wife and I had just moved in together, and the apartment needed renovation, so I didn't mind. I moved the sockets and changed the pipe outlets to rearrange the kitchen and bathroom. I leveled all the walls and made a suspended ceiling. I was so tired of this renovation that my hands were shaking. And then I started arranging the furniture, which also took two weeks, because my wife always didn't like something.

I was tired of moving these cabinets, sofas and everything else. But the effect was worth it, the apartment changed beyond recognition. The renovation was done perfectly, so I thought that for the next ten years I would not have to mess around like this, unless some force majeure happened. But two years passed and my wife started complaining that she was tired of the appearance of the apartment. At that time I did not understand what it meant to me, so I did not get offended. And then I came home and saw the devastation. It was pure shock. My wife did not see anything wrong. She said that the repairs would be easy, cosmetic, no one would touch the sockets and pipes. Of course, this was reassuring, but I had no fewer questions.

My wife went on her own tirade about how tired she was of looking at boring interiors. “I feel like life has stopped, nothing is changing. It’s getting me down,” my wife told me. I’ve had four renovations in six years. Now my wife is sulking again, saying how tired she is of the monotonous environment. That sentence is giving me heartburn already, I’ll skip the part about working like a dog.

After a hard day’s work, I don’t want to come home to a mess and start hanging wallpaper or laying tiles. And all those repairs are eating into the family budget. I don’t even want to count how much money we’ve spent on all the repairs, I don’t even want to imagine how many useful things we could have bought with that money. I told my wife that if she starts another renovation now, I won’t be a part of it. I won't even cut the wallpaper into strips, I'll just refuse to participate. And by the way, I won't give any money for the repairs either.

I immediately warned her that if she was going to resort to her favorite tactic of presenting me with a fait accompli by ripping off the old wallpaper, she wouldn't get away with it. It wouldn't cost me anything to live in a shabby apartment, I wouldn't even scratch my head. But either she'd have to make the repairs at her own expense and on her own, or live in torn walls until I decided the repairs were necessary. My wife sulks and is outraged, but I stand my ground. I've had enough of the repairs, I don't want any more.

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