'Now I don't fill the tray': Couple's hilariously petty ice-tray standoff freezes over

Every couple is comprised of two people: The one who consistently replenishes things, providing consistent predictability in the availability of goods, and the one who refuses to replenish, instead choosing the path of disorder, unpredictability, and abject chaos.

Few petty arguments grind the gears like replenishment, with this usually taking place over toilet rolls, ice cube trays, or water jugs. Try as they might to instill some sense of awareness into their partner; the replenishing partner will consistently find themselves filling and replacing things that have been used by the other party.

This will eventually mount bottled resentment until the replenishing partner has found the ice cube try empty for the last time and hits their limit, resulting in an outright refusal to replenish any further—or some other petty attempt of behavioral adjustment.

As the replenishing partner in my relationship, I have to ask: Why are you non-replenishers like this? How is it that you're able to exist with the uncertainty of whether or not there will be ice available for you the next time you need it? Or are you just so used to someone else doing it for you that you think the ice will magically materialize?

Anyway, I found this thread to be an entertaining take on the subject, both with the OP's response to her husband's refusal to refill the ice tray and in the responses that followed.