My bitch is when men take you to dinner and then they spend the whole time complaining about the parking, the service, the food, everything.
And another thing, I hate it when someone who supposedly loves you will not invest the emotional baggage it takes to actually look you in the eye. Sometimes when I am about to leave the house I walk right up to my spouse and stand so close that he can not help but touch me. And yet, he finds a way. I am about to go off and spend my day in the service of him and my family, earning the family's bread. And in so many ways I just lay myself on the line, putting off indefinitely the experience of any kind of pleasure or relaxation. Yet, do I get a kiss, a hug, a look, a kind word, anything? No.