My wife married into my Warhammer collection. We have a Warhammer room. I’m pretty sure she doesn’t even like Warhammer but has her own painted figurines.
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When my wife wants to paint a room, she will go to several stores, and come home with dozens of white paint chips. Then she starts asking me which ones I like, and they all just look like white to me.
So I tell her to pick out her three favorites, and I’ll look at those, choose my favorite, and then paint the room whatever color she tells me.
I had the exact same experience when I moved in with my girlfriend recently
It’s a thing.
A beautiful arrangement.
It works.
My fiancé has severe trauma around mint, it used to be my favorite flavor, and I had a bunch of products that had mint scents. When they moved in, they felt bad about asking me to get rid of my mint stuff. Its been my pleasure to avoid mint for their sanity. I do still get mint ice cream if they are on a vacation without me.
this guy can still eat nuts and here he is complaining… smdh
This is very stupid.
My spouse was diagnosed later in life with a severe gluten intolerance. She went from enjoying beer and soft pretzels to being told “never again if you don’t want to shit yourself in public”
We have a simple rule. Bog standard gluten stuff is fine for me to have, sandwich bread, cereal, etc.
They told me that it was just very upsetting if I was enjoying some delicious gluten treat that they could no longer have.
I love my spouse, so I don’t eat delicious gluten treats in front of them because it would make them upset. Instead I figured out how to make lots of gluten free treats we can both enjoy together. Sometimes I miss the ease of getting a Popeyes chicken sandwich (I still can as long as I don’t eat it right in front of them) but I’ve learned to make gluten free fried chicken we can both enjoy.
Maybe other people would think this is silly, but the person I love is worth it to me.
Why did you switch mid-narrative from calling your spouse a “she” to a “them?”
My spouse identifies as non-binary and I try my best to use their preferred pronouns. That’s a more recent development and I’m used to calling them by feminine pronouns.
The first “she” is an old habit, my mistake.
Does it have a vagina? Or a penis?
They have a brain, and someday maybe you can too.
Dw, you’re not getting any in either case
My son likes creamy, husband likes crunchy, so I stock both?
Husband did give up sour cream, but If he wanted it so bad, hes get it himself or ask me. I dont like blue cheese, yet we always have it in the house.
This is dumb.
Yeah, feels kinda like boomer energy. Gave up something unecessary to prove his love in a way that was never asked for, probably resents her for it or pulls that out as a talisman any time she brings up something she does care about because marriage isn’t about partnership; it’s a constant power struggle.
A lot of people don’t believe in a relationship that isn’t a power struggle. They don’t believe in relationships that are cooperative. Many people are seeking relationships where they dominate or are dominated.
I date. I meet plenty of women who tell me on the first date that I must give up something to prove to them my worth or dedication to them. Because the point of the relationship to her is for men to suffer for her sake, and anything the man pursues for his own personal happiness is a her losing out on what should be given to her.
This might include hobbies, friends, possessions, lifestyle choices, and pets.
I also meet women occasionally who basically want me to tell them how to dress, what to think, what friends to have, etc. Which is kind of the flipside.
ya for condiments everyone literally can just have their own jar. You are not required to use everything someone else used.
A lot of people that turn everything into a therapy session in here.
Hint. He does in fact buy crunchy for himself. That’s the joke.
It’s already been said, but yeah just get both? I’ve been married over 20 years, and I’m vegan while my wife is omnivore. Hasn’t been a big problem.
now i think you wife is a dinosaur.
She’s a cutie-saurus.
I’ve been married 17 years. I like wearing swimming trunks, and my wife likes wearing bikinis. I haven’t worn trunks in 17 years.
What a stupid thing. Like you can’t have 2 different jars of peanut butter in your fucking cabinets? My spouse prefers Jif, and I prefer Peter Pan. We have a jar of each in the cabinet. Because we aren’t emotionally stunted goblins pretending to be adult humans. God this tweet makes me irrationally angry. “haha, marriage is the worst, amirite guys?” ugh.
On the flip side, OP, I love the text you added in your post. That’s amazing.
Peanut Butter is $40 a jar! Nobody can afford 2!
My wife gave up crunchy for me. I told her I couldn’t sleep with that abomination in the house.
I hate people like this because they’re just miserable on purpose.
My partner doesn’t like Marmite and I do. Solution, I buy Marmite and she doesn’t eat it.
Just buy the peanut butter you like, as well.
It is just peanut butter, not like he gave up on his hobbies. Unless ofcourse peanut butter is the one thing he is living for. To me it sounds like he can’t be bothered to deal with two jars of peanut all the time so he just said “eh fuck it”
It’s just boomer humour, haha wife bad BS.
2 jars of peanut butter? In this economy?
If both versions cost the same, it literally makes no difference
How much does it cost to flatten peanuts?
It lasts twice as long though
4 times as long, if both jars are crunchy
For some people there isn’t another choice. It’s be in a relationship and be miserable, or be miserable and alone.
and a lot of people have control issues in relationships. they can’t be happy or secure unless the other person suffers.
What, like in Ethiopia? I’m sure they have both, too.
No.
Those people need therapy because that’s not normal way of thinking. If you’re miserable in a relationship what’s the point in staying in the relationship?
it’s less miserable than being alone.
not everyone has the luxury of therapy or happiness dude. that’s a thing wealthy people worry about. working-class people need someone to split the rent with.
Level 1: Creamy Level 2: Crunchy/Chunky Level 3: Use both for different applications Level 4: Almond/Pecan/Cashew/Other butters Level 5: Homemade peanut butter with your own addatives. Whatever nuts you have lying around. Cocoa powder, protein powder, chili oil, cayenne, etc.
Are the straights ok?
No, I think Iran mined it, or something. But this about peanut butter.
I don’t think they have been for some time…
This is me and stinky cheese :b
I love really intense cheese. The good shit. I have lived with the tasteless rubber cheese for half my life because my boyfriend hates stinky cheese.
It was to the point that he, until last year, actually believed that I only like mild cheese and when I told him no, that I absolutely adore the nastiest, stinkiest cheeses he was shocked and asked me why I never told him. Said I did, many years ago, but I didn’t mind giving up good cheese for his sake, because he has a very sensitive nose and I didn’t want him to be grossed out everytime he opened the fridge.
To his credit, he took me to a farm store not long after that conversation and bought me a block of delicious stinky cheese. He did wrap it in several layers of plastic and stuck it in an air tight container like it was a murder victim, but he wanted me to have some cheese I actually liked for once. I think it was really sweet of him because I know how much good cheese repulses him. Haven’t replenished my cheese stock since, but it’s nice to know that he’s willing to let me have it once in awhile.
Exactly what kind of stinky cheese are we talking here? Cuz I love cheese, just about any cheese. I grew up seeing Looney Tunes cartoons make fun of Limberger, and I once got a big bite of real Limberger without knowing it, and it really did taste bad.
OTOH, I LOVE bleu cheese of any kind, and it doesn’t get much ranker than that.
So what kind of stinky cheeses are you loving?
I don’t remember their exact names, but there are several types of Swiss cheeses from an area that one of my family members are from, where they make really strong cheeses and they are wonderful. When that part of the family have been vacationing in Switzerland, we sometimes gather at their place and have a cheese feast, tho it isn’t a regular occurrence. It was during one of those occasions that my man found out how much I love strong cheese.
But yeah, I’m no expert on cheese names since I rarely dabble in the cheese world.
The cheese he got me was called Gammel Knas and had won awards for being the best cheese in our country. Despite being strong, it still managed to have a sort of sweetness to it, which was lovely. It isn’t the strongest cheese I have ever had, nor the stinkiest, but it was a nice one. The most intense one I ever had was from Switzerland and it’s like 20 years ago so i dont remember what it was called. It was just really intense. Almost made your eyes water and your throat burned a little.
Ironically, I’m not the biggest fan of blue cheese, but I think it’s because I got a gorgonzola pizza at an italian reataurant for one of my birthdays as a kid and it tasted really good, but at some point it became a chore to eat because it was too big with too much cheese and I was a kid so it went from being a good experience to becoming overwhelming and nauseating. Since that pizza, I mostly steered clear of blue cheeses.
Bleu is nothing. Look for a munster, from eastern France (no, it comes from local dialect and not from “monster”). It smells from far away, but it’s absolutely delicious!
My mother likes Scott brand toilet paper. My father likes Charmin. My father installed a second spool holder next to the toilet. One is loaded with Scott, the other with Charmin. They’ll celebrate their 46th wedding anniversary this year.
If “we like different brands/styles of household consumable goods” isn’t a solvable problem, if you solve it by buying one of each kind so everybody gets what they want, and your partner goes to un-solve it…unpartner them, because they’re unfit.
So your mother’s a masochist, then?
That is so ridiculously romantic omfg ❤️😍
In my relationship, we have few things we give up for one another due to sensory issues. For example, I gave up strong cheeses because he can’t stand the smell and he let’s me control what types of blankets and bedsheets we have because I have intense sensory issues with certain types of fabrics.
Sometimes giving something up for the other isn’t a break up worthy offense, but it would be if it was done to take joy away from the other person or in some way infringed on their personal joy and happiness.
Personally, I can live with or without strong cheese. It doesn’t kill me to not have it and he doesn’t give two shits about what textures our blankets have. But if he owned a blanket that had a horrible texture, and it was important to him to keep it, I would try my best to deal with it as long as I don’t have to touch it too much. And for him, I went out and got me a block of stinky cheese one time because he wanted me to enjoy good cheese. I haven’t asked it of him and I don’t think I will try and get strong cheese again anytime soon because it’s more important to me that he’s comfortable than me getting peak dairy.
❤️❤️🤗
