“His Mother Is Insufferable”: 67 Things People Keep Secret From Their Partners For Their Own Good
My fiancƩs grandfather always had a thing with dimes. My fiance says every time he sees a dime it makes him think of his grandfather.
For years I have been putting dimes in random places for him to find. I hope finding them makes him happy. He loved his grandfather so much.
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When my best friend found out she had cancer, my first thought was, “Oh God, I can’t live without her.”
It’s been a really long time, if ever, since I thought I couldn’t live without my husband.
His mother is insufferable, but harmless to adults with self confidence and assuredness.
I donāt trust her with my kid unsupervised and I donāt want her to have 1 on 1 time when heās old enough to comprehend her incessant spew of negativity and complaints about stuff that doesnāt matter because sheās afraid of silence.
Sometimes I just want alone time and pretend Iām busy or tired so I can just chill by myself. Itās not that I donāt like hanging out, I just need a break sometimes.
I have no clue what he’s talking about when he rants about his nerdy superhero comics and shows and games but I love to see him take his time to enjoy anything at all. Past that though I don’t care about any of it. I ask questions because he clearly wants to talk more about it though.
I absolutely love it when he sings. He doesn’t do it very often, and when he does, it’s always really quiet. But every time I hear it, I stop what I’m doing so I can hear him better. The only reason I won’t tell him is because I know he would stop if I brought attention to it, lol. I love this man š.
Her singing voice is… not good. Like really not good. But she’s so happy singing in the car that I told her years ago she has a “unique tone.” Now she thinks she could’ve gone pro. I will never tell her the truth.
I donāt want to be his everything. I want him to reconnect with friends and have a life outside of our kids, myself and his job.
I know he kisses my cheek every day before he leaves for work. Iām usually still asleep when he has to leave. Ever since we started spending nights together, if he had to leave while I was asleep he would give me the sweetest light kiss.
Iāll never tell him I know bc I donāt want to ruin the sweetness of it all. But Iāll cherish every kiss as long as I liveš.
I donāt like going to my husbandās friendās weddings or any weddings where he knows a lot of people. Not because I donāt like his friends (and honestly I love dinner, speeches, etc) but because I think the time between an hour after the dance party begins and last call to be the longest hours of my life and I know heād want to stay the full time.
My husband is an extrovert and is a lot of fun at parties so those hours blink by for him. Whereas, I canāt handle much alcohol at all (I go directly to sleepy, itchy AND need to pukeāthere is no āfunā tipsy stage for me). I really do want him to have fun so I spend the week mentally prepping to get through 1 late evening and then needing a whole day after to recharge my social battery. Luckily, my husband suspects nothing cuz heās hungover š.
Shortly before we got married, both my parents (separately) tried to convince me to call off the wedding because they didnāt like my (then) fiancĆ©e.
It really shattered me because I admire my parents and typically would trust their judgement, but they were absolutely wrong.
I would never tell my (now) wife because she has severe anxiety/depression and is constantly struggling with believing everyone thinks the worst of her. No good would come from confirming her fears.
Weāve been married 6 years and still going strong, so take that parents!
I keep a backup gift and cards hidden at all times so I never forget a special day. I rotate it out every couple years.
Haven’t had to use it yet, but I won’t be caught without.
Family life is the most cognitively unfulfilling thing I have ever done. In addition to being constantly exhausted, overstimulated, and overwhelmed, I am so bored being a working mom and wife. And loving my husband and child does not lessen these feelings at all..
I gave her her first award on reddit.
I had a stupid post blow up and make front page, getting platinum. Ofc wife heard about it, she told me she’d never gotten an award.
I knew her acc from a 2 redditors 1 cup moment, so a few days later I anonymously gave her an award on one of her silly comments. Man she was over the moon higher than I was with my dumb post, I’ll never take that light away from her, even if she probably doesn’t even think about it anymore.
His mom’s strong attachment to him comes off as incestuous.
Sometimes I wonder if in the toxic relationship and lack of emotional intimacy with her husband, she tried to fill it with inappropriate pseudo-romantic emotional intimacy with her son. And he’s too oblivious to realize she’s not the traditionally caring but overbearing parent with occasional boundaries issues that he thinks she is. This feels weirder and I feel so deeply uncomfortable being in the middle of this. If she *could* date him, I feel like she would.
I don’t like visiting his family because of this. And I don’t know if I can do their once a week family meetup schedule. Another family, sure, but maybe not his. It’s not because of anxiety or any of the other excuses I come up with when I really don’t feel alright going. It’s because I feel this sense in the back of my mind, this underlying warning of something inappropriate going on. Even before I could identify it, I have had these sudden moments where I feel the same swooping dread in my gut and urge to protect him from her, that I feel for my neices when there’s an unsafe man around them. I have no option but to ignore it and try to build a relationship with her, but I feel so uncomfortable, more than I can describe, trying to navigate this.
I promised I would never donate my husbandās clothes without asking, and I never have. I have however started a secret box for those v neck shirts that he takes off the hanger, wears for 5 minutes, remembers he doesnāt like v necks and then throws in the laundry..
She’s a huge Harry Potter fan, but I absolutely hate it. We do a Harry Potter marathon at least once a year and whenever we travel I look for Harry Potter novelty shops to take her. Our house is littered with HP collectibles. She knows I’m not the biggest fan, but not that I cringe at the thought of Harrry Potter.
I’ve had the “I hate you/I’m mad because of my dream” moment but the dream itself was so horrendous that idk if I’ll ever tell it to anyone.
When he is playing certain video games and he gets stuck at a spot I will look up the answer on the internet and then vaguely say something or ask something to help prompt him to figure out the solution. He doesn’t know that I do this and he just thinks I’m clever.
Sometimes, when I hear him coming to bed, I pretend to be fast asleep so I don’t have to talk about his exhausting day at work.
Sometimes I wonder if Iām in the right relationship and if my partner is truly for me. I always come around to the answer is yes. This is my first long term relationship, and my entire life Iāve had unrealistic expectations for what love looks like, feels like, and what it truly means.
Sometimes Iām afraid if we are dating because we are both going through rough times in our lives and lean on each other for comfort or if we are genuinely compatible for a long term relationship.
I hate the ring he got me for our engagement š¶
I had dropped hints and showed him rings I did like when we were out, which were simple bands. What he made was gorgeous, but it was also bulky, huge, super flashy. I was also really uncomfortable with how much he spent on it – I think upwards of $10-$15k if I had to guess.
It kept snagging on my clothes (it put a hole through my favorite fuzzy sweater!), getting in my way, and I was paranoid about something happening to it if I went out. Once I got a $90 ātravel band,ā I stopped wearing the other one altogether except for special occasions.
Weāve been married nearly 5 years. I think he knows it, but I would never, ever say it.
Teasing me for falling asleep between 8:30-9pm so that I can get up by 5am to make sure everyone has everything ready to go before they get up is really annoying now.
During the pandemic, we were international students who lost our part-time jobs. Money was tight, even for paying rent. Every time we ate, I told my boyfriend (now fiancƩ) that I was full and ate less, so he could eat more, even though I was still hungry.
I wanted to break up with my ex for 1.5 years before we actually broke up but didnāt because our small town had labeled us as āsoulmatesā from the first week of us dating and I was afraid that my reputation would be messed up. Moved to a big city, we broke up, and I feel so much happier with my life. Never realized how one sided the relationship was until recently.
My partner passed away in 2021 from sudden cardiac arrhythmia.
But for a few years before his passing, he was distant. Every time I wanted to cuddle was met with a “but it’s boring for me to just sit there while I brush your hair with my fingers.” And I stopped asking.
On social media I started following van life pages and started day dreaming about living in a van, traveling, and just be free.
I loved my husband but a part of me wanted more and he didn’t want that. So day dreaming became my little escape.
And then he passed away.
I’ve been feeling guilty of manifesting his passing, or like the universe was telling me: Well your marriage isn’t perfect but at least you’re not alone. But you don’t appreciate it so I’m taking it away from you”.
And I’ve been feeling bad ever since but never told anyone by fear of sounding crazy.
I kinda think she sucks at parenting. Her temper is short and she’s got no patience for mistakes that little kids commonly make. Like my kiddo is sick and had the runs for the second time ever in his life and pooped his pants this morning. I helped him clean up the mess, get in the shower, get all cleaned up, clean his underwear, get everything down to the washing machine, etc. Told him how this happens when we’re sick, can’t trust a fart, don’t worry about it. Then she finds out and her immediate response is anger and annoyance, as if he did it on purpose to make her life harder, and she remained annoyed even after she found out that it’d all already been taken care of. I’m glad he came to me first because her response probably just would have made him cry, and he was already feeling embarrassed about it.
She’s good at some other aspects of parenting, it’s not like it’s all bad. And I’m definitely not trying to say I’m perfect at it myself, but it seems crazy to me that she’s surprised the kids always want to spend time with me instead of her when they’re given the option.
I’ve been planning to break up with him for weeks but I’m trying to get things sorted for moving out before I do it. I’ve already mourned the break-up that hasn’t even happened. I don’t think he has any idea about what’s coming and I’m starting to feel like an awful person the longer I wait.
My husband is the only āgoldenā child and it shows in everything he does. Coming from the oldest of 4 it can be a really big turn off.
We aren’t together anymore but when she lived with me I would sometimes watch her sleep and write poetry about her / to her.
I find his hairs in the shower about as much as I find my own which corresponds with his hair thinning a bit on top.
Heās blind as a bat without his glasses so he doesnāt see his hairs in the shower. As far as I know he doesnāt realize heās beginning to thin in the crown area.
Even though I find him as attractive as ever and love him no matter his hair status, I will not be telling him as I know it would probably affect his self esteem.
I deeply fear that his naivety will slowly but surely lead him down an alt right path as we age, as a woman of color I see some red flags I know I should not be ignoring.
We have a very large age gap and the only issue I have with it is that he most likely won’t live long enough for us to retire together. I love him so much but chances are he won’t be here for my 40th birthday and that hurts so much. I’ll never tell him this because there’s nothing he can do about it and it’s unfortunately my burden to bare.
I accidentally saw my father-in-law kissing another woman. I took a photo of it, but he didn’t notice. The next time we met, I showed him the photo without a word.
He confessed that he has been cheating on his wife for years with this woman.
He swore to me that he would stop seeing her if I didn’t tell his wife. I haven’t told her, and I haven’t told my wife either. And I will never tell because I don’t want to destroy the family.
I sometimes want to leave the state and be selfish and explore the country and because he doesnāt like traveling I donāt. He knows I want to but he wonāt budge not yet at least.
I put his clothes out on the top of the laundry basket so he can find them easier in the morning, but still feel like he was the one who found them.
I hate his long hair. He says he wears it that way for me because I didn’t want him to get a buzzcut – but that doesn’t mean I wanted shoulder length, unwashed hair. He doesn’t take proper care of it so it’s brittle and scratchy.
Now he says it’s the first style he’s felt comfortable with so I can’t bring myself to tell him I hate it..
He has a friend that we hang out with on a very regular basis. We’ve known him and his family for a long time. The thing that he does not know and I will never tell him is that I’ve known this friend for a lot longer than him. I was the reason our friend’s last marriage ended. This was before we had even met, but it was a pretty dark selfish time for me and I was a home wrecker.
There was about a 2 week wait between when we were approved to adopt our dog and the day we took her home. During that time I would go every day to the shelter and spend a few hours with the dog by myself to bond with the puppy. The dog likes me a lot more and my wife is super jealous sometimes.
Iām pretty quick at crosswords. Sometimes if I know the answer before they do, Iāll pretend like I donāt so they can guess first.
My wife turned into someone I never would have married after having kids and it makes me wish we never had them.
