You aren’t born a nag. You are slowly, over years of dating boys and men, turned into one. Contrary to belief, it is not the moment that you say “I do” that solidifies your newfound status of NAG, but the day you say “Yes” to the question. Before they were just your boyfriend, forget that the fact that you may already have children with them, but then once you are wearing the engagement ring - well they might as well just call it signed and sealed - you practically are married. In the ensuing months of wedding planning, bill paying, baby caring, more wedding planning, and endless amounts of bill paying, you suddenly morph out of that “happy in love” version of yourself into that “happy in love but I will kill you slowly and painfully if you do not complete these three tasks I am going to assign you in the next 3 minutes”.
It’s not a hormone thing. It’s nothing to do with any “changes” or “friends” visiting, it really truly is THEM that drive you to it. We don’t want to be! We hate as they just stare back at us like deer caught in headlights or as if they are just a teen learning all over again what it’s like to hate their nagging parents. We want to be looked at fondly and told without hesitation “I will definitely do these 3 task you are assigning me and because I love you so much I will do it in 2 minutes time not 3!”
Well here I am now - a nag. And I got a list a mile long why it’s not my fault (not completely my fault at the very least), but that’s the rub of it, they will always believe it’s just something we are born with.