19. That’s the commitment I want.
My dad loved grilled cheese sandwiches growing up. It was the one thing that his mom could cook when she was sick (cancer), and he always associates it with happy memories.
My parents get married, my mom continues the whole “making grilled cheese because it makes him happy” deal, complete with a slice of tomato, because my grandfather (his father) grew tomatoes and she thought it was an extra bit of love.
My parents have been married almost forty years, and my dad finally told her last year that he hates tomatoes.
He had been eating the sandwiches with tomatoes the entire time because he thought it was a part of her childhood, and wanted to make her happy. They laughed for ten minutes, the tears streaming, not able to talk laughing.
18. Would have been nice to know when planning the trip.
She’s really bad at swimming. I discovered this on our honeymoon while we were about 100 yards from shore when she started having a panic attack.
17. That’s certainly a lot to process.
My wife passed away. At the funeral I met her ex-husband, her 22-year-old son who she hadn’t seen for 19 years, and her other 20-year-old son who she gave up for adoption (from a different father).
I never knew any of them existed until the night before the funeral when her best friend asked if I minded if they came.
Yes, it was awkward. She never had spoken of them. The closest she came to admitting it was when we were dating and she said, “Don’t believe a word my sister says, she tells everyone that I’m divorced and had two kids.”
Seventeen years later I found out that was the truth.
16. Is it possible to get luckier?
That he knew how to ballroom dance and took a cake decorating course for an art credit.
I learned it the same night. I couldn’t decorate cupcakes and he took over. Later at the event, he grabbed me and waltzed perfectly.
Can’t wait for the next few years.
15. This man is living in a world of absolute anarchy.
“She doesn’t screw the cap on anything. Jars, juice, toothpaste, contact lens solution, you name it. More than once, I’ve grabbed some container by the lid and it went flying. I splattered a bottle of marinade down the kitchen cabinet a few months ago when I picked it up by the cap. [Early on], I’d bring it up every time. It was a big deal to me — I was a young engineer! But it just wasn’t a priority to her. Now I just go with the flow, tightening things up as I find ’em. I’m the yin to her yang.
14. That’s a really good excuse for the tissues real use.
“My husband has an unsual sleep habit. I kept finding a single tissue wadded up under his side of the bed. I obviously thought it had something in it I didn’t want to touch, so I would grab it by an edge and throw it away. One night, I saw him cram one into his fist to the point where I almost couldn’t see it. So I asked about it, and apparently he just holds it in his fist all night — it’s something he did as a kid. He’s like a large baby.”
13. Wow, so sad. Drugs are the worst!
“I found out my wife was a drug addict. I had known her in high school. Back then, we smoked a little weed, but nothing heavy. Her mom had legit medical issues and would get [all these pills], and it turned out she was stealing her mom’s and popping pills.
We got married in 1983, had a daughter in 1984, and by 1985, she couldn’t hide her addiction anymore. It got to the point where she didn’t want to work; she just wanted to sit around like a vegetable. In 1994, she left a note on the dry erase board saying, ‘I’m leaving, I need to figure out my life.’ So that’s when I became Mr. Mom — my daughter even used to give me Mother’s Day cards. I don’t cry for shit, but I cry watching my daughter cry. It was the hardest thing about all of this. She didn’t call on our daughter’s birthdays and was never a part of her life. She died last January —apparentlyshe had gotten into heroine by then. I saw a photo of her and never could have picked her out of a lineup. She looked twice her age and her face was sunken in. Drugs really do destroy people.
12. That is just super strange… God bless this guy.
“My wife refuses to poop with the door closed. Refuses. Also refuses to use the exhaust fan. I didn’t know about this when we were dating because we always had a tiny apartment, so the door had to be closed or else the entire place would smell like an ass bomb. Now we have a larger place — with two bathrooms, thank god. I’ve confronted her about this many times, and if I reach in and try to turn on the fan, she shrieks like a banshee.”
11. I’d say that’s a red flag you’d want to know about.
“That she had been married six other times. She said, ‘Only two counted because they lasted more than a year.’ I thought I was denied some critical need-to-know information.”
10. I mean watermelons as much as the next person but…
“He has a watermelon problem. Like, he will sit down and eat an ENTIRE 12 lb. watermelon. Then he gets very ill and spends half the day pissing and complaining about his awful stomach ache. After curling up and writhing around for a while … he then goes back to scavenging the rind for any bits he missed. I didn’t find out about it until last year. We’ve been together for seven. I need to supervise him when we go shopping so he only buys the mini watermelons. If I leave him alone? He buys the biggest one he can find.”