Today's argument was over breakfast...
I'm not a big breakfast eater...
He was making breakfast for him and the kids.
I thought for a moment I wanted some eggs.
I went to the sink to wash one of the many pots and pans that he had managed to fith up the day before. When I reached in the sink and pulled out the sponge that smelled like complete and total asshole, I decided it wasn't worth it. I set it and the frying pan down and walked away. He began to pick a fight with me because I didn't want to wash a pan and I didn't really feel like eating.
Sorry, the stench from the sponge does that to me.
Had you listened to me just one of the 500,000,000,000,000 times that I have asked you to wring out the sponge and set it to dry so IT WON'T SMELL LIKE ROTTING ASSHOLE, maybe I wouldn't have lost my fucking appetite.
But, then again...what do I know?

On a side note....yesterday after he made dinner, he loaded the dishwasher. Bravo.
But, (and I knew he was going to do this because this is just his half ass way of life) he didn't put the soap in and run it. He said to me yesterday, "the dishwasher is full" as he was standing there loading the last of the dinner plates. I thought to myself, "Even though he NEVER EVER puts the soap in and runs the dish washer, I'm not going to tell him to put the soap in because he will either tell me I treat him like he is stupid or something and it will turn into a fight". So, I didn't say a word. And as par for the course.... he didn't put the soap in. SO now the sink is full of dirty dishes and pots and pan for me to clean.