Shopping.
My wife does not do this but I have had many exes who have. Actually she likes to shop and can take hours but knows to leave me at home..
This sums it up nicely.
I just hate shopping malls and, when drug to one, by now I just plunk down on a bench and am ready to wait the 2–3 hours while the lady shops. I subscribe to the guerrilla warfare method of shopping: decide what you want, formulate as painless a method of obtaining it as possible, execute the maneuver, get the hell out.
Then there are things like this (my wife also does not do this) and this is an extreme example. I have exes like this:
Her: do you like this dress?
me: yes, it is quite lovely
her: but it clashes with my eyes/makes my butt look big/etc
me: it is quite nice but, if you do not like it, pick another
her: I knew you didn’t like it
me: I did not say that… it is quite lovely but, if you want, pick one you like better
her: harumph!!
me: <facepalm>
Her: do I look fat?
me: no dear, you are truly lovely.
her: I know I’ve gained weight, how much do you think I weigh?
me: <frantically trying to remember her last weight> {{give a number}}
her: <if I got it right>I love you so much! <if I do not> you think I’m FAT!
me: <sweats bullets and thinks frantically for that last weight> Uh… uh… I was mistaken, I think you weigh {{give a number}}
her: <if I got it right> well, ok, I guess you’re right. <if I did not, gods help me>
me: <knows I am going to spend the next few days bolstering her confidence and possibly sleeping alone>