She is. We are both women.

My wife is hands down.

Depends on the subject, we tend to be just about 50/50 on the bitching side of things.

We both are.

She is. She knows I am always trying to make her happy, but fails to see I am NEVER trying to make her unhappy.

wanna guess?

My dorg. She bitches about everything. Well, she is a literal bitch, after all.

I tend to be the whinge prone person. Do not fuck with me if the kitchen or bathroom are involved. The house can be a mess and I don’t care as long as the bathroom and kitchen are clean. I will toothbrush the microwave and steam-clean the toilet.

I go deep weekly on the bathroom and kitchen. But if you make my job harder I will be a dick. Feel free to toss your laundry on the living room floor. I don’t care. But the dudes living here must pee sitting down or there is going to be a shitstorm.

It would be me. I don’t complain excessively, but I’ll speak my mind if I’m not happy about something.

Neither of us complains very much about the other. She probably complains more than I do but I don’t complain about it.

I am.

Although, from your example maybe we both are. My husband is the one who cares that the fridge is organized. He has relaxed a little about those type of things in the last 20 years, but partly I think, now cause he gave up on me doing it “right.” I think it still frustrates him, but he stifles. We are staying with his parents right now and I see where he gets his right and wrong, black and white thinking. Thank goodness he is not close to where they are, he gets credit from me for that. He also gets credit for actually complaining verbally when he is annoyed, even though sometimes I think he is being ridiculous, because his family is the most passive aggressive, silent types I’ve ever been around.

I complain mostly about my husband, or other people, not “caring” about things that will bother me or upset others. My husband doesn’t understand all the thought process many women have about that sort of thing. I think that’s a stereotypical man thing. Then add in things like if he drives around a corner faster than I would like while I’m in the car; or, tells me he is paying attention to something I’m saying, and then obviously wasn’t.

I’m single, and I complain to myself all the time. I also tell myself to shut up.

I complain to anything about everything. If I’m not bitching here, it’s probably because I’m dressing down the television. When the neighbor’s dog spies me leaving the house, his ears immediately fall, and a look crosses his face that says “I wish I had the speed of the cat when it comes to ducking this guy”.

Me oh my goodness I have no idea how he puts up with me