I used to watch this type of sh!t between my parents.
I remember as a child, my mother would spend about 2.5 hours making dinner, before my father got home from work.
Once he was home (and of course, my mom would time this so that dinner was ready by the time he walked in the door) he would sit in his spot at the head of the table, my mom at the other end, and us four in the middle.
Here was there daily fight (only for a while) : my mom would say to my dad "hows the food?" my dad "To much salt (or not enough lol, you never know, nor does it matter) and thats the bait my mom would throw out.
My father is a strong man. I mean how do you mentally handle this type of bs.
I think my dad doesn't care to much about to much, or to little salt. But my mom always had to force him to identify something wrong so she can feel like a vicitim, or something to that extent. Most likely she wasn't getting enough attention, and thats how she got the scraps she wanted.
Now, I will say, my mom is more feminine, a better human being, and a real woman compared to this garbage we pick from the dumpster now a days.
My old man has some of the strongest frame i've seen in my life.
Even my mom told me when I was young "if you ask your dad for something, he will usually say no... at first. But if you be patience and give him time to think about it, if its reasonable, he will usually say yes.
Op is right. With women, you got to realize, often times reason is out the door.
But of course, my mom is great.
My sister above me used to be mean to me, almost cruel in a way. One time when we were waiting in the mini van outside the dentists office, my sister was being mean, and i punched her in the mouth. she was bleeding, crying, being manipulative, trying to make my mom sympathise with her.
You know what my mom did? Well first she realized what was going on. Then she told my sister to be quiet, and drove off.
My mom grew up with an abusive, slvt, alcholic mother. My mom was abused emotionally, and physically. But loyal to my dad. I know this because she spent all her time was me and my siblings.
It is an exception.
My mothers obession was her children. Not drugs, d!ck, alcohol, or gold digging. It was family.
I was also born in their bed, all natural, no drugs, nothing.
She did it the hard way, like a real woman. Plus she homeschooled us. Shes a bad a$$