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I really enjoyed reading your post, OP.
It reminded me of how terrible my husband is at buying cornbread. I tell him to buy regular, plain, store-made cornbread and if it's not in stock - buy nothing. Last time he came home with some terrible vegan concoction in a bright yellow box and said he swore it was the same thing we always got. Now I literally do not plan chili dinners for the same week that he has shopping duty. Anyway.... I hope for your sake your DH has many other wonderful qualities and there's nothing malicious here. I do think it's selfish in any light, unfortunately. |
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You're married to my father...he is the kind of guy who would have his wife and kids eating hot dogs while he eats prime rib and claims it's because he can't eat hot dogs with his blood pressure. He used to buy good cereal like Great Grains and keep it in a locked cupboard while we got to eat cheap crap like Sugar Smacks. He always eats my mom's leftovers too and has some idiotic excuse for it. He hid a banana on vacation from his own 6 year old daughter because "he wanted it."
Selfish. |
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I always feel kind of proud when DH likes something I make or the food I buy for the household.
He would notice and appreciate the expensive farmers market apples though. |
my god. what were birthdays like? |
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This is what I do! If I don’t want DH to eat it, I hide it. He isn’t likely to hunt around too much for things so, for example, if I put the farmers market apples in a paper bag in the back of the crisper they’re mine all mine! The other option is to just label stuff. “Save this for Larla.” Or “Larla is looking forward to this beer.” But that would require him to read the note. So I hide it. |
Kerrygold poster, I see you and salute you! Solidarity ))
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+ 1. And even if we give him the benefit of the doubt re: apples (hey, they're all red-pink spectrum after all), there is NO way in hell that the guy doesn't know the difference between the value of a Coors and the value of a good Belgian red-brown pint. Regarding the bolded ^^^, the detail about racing through the shared dessert in a restaurant -- leaving you none -- confirms this. FFS, you're sitting right there 2 feet from his face -- do NOT let him claim "What? What? I didn't know you were enjoying it because you didn't spell it out for me and your half was disappearing more slowly than my side of the cake." He's a dick in sheep's clothing |
That is absurd. Did you marry a 7th grade boy? |
They are straight trash. Once I started eating Honey Crisp, I never looked at another apple. |
I asked for a Star Wars DVD once and he got me a bootleg copy someone taped in the theater. |
This is the weirdest take on the thread. |
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This is ridiculous OP. I would establish a cabinet and keep all my food in there. I would say that if he takes any of the food in the cabinet, that is immediate grounds for divorce.
Of course, if I were in your situation, I'd be filing for divorce anyway. Why live with someone like this? |
+1. I'd make it very clear to him that if he takes a single thing out of the cabinet, I'd file for divorce and take every single penny he has. |
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My husband and his family are like this. Greedy little gluttons. It took a while to train him out of it.
When we moved into our first house he ran around excitedly placing his objects in prime locations and claiming all the best closet space like he was competing with a sibling. I said oh hell no. I once made an Asian dish with shrimp, vegetables, rice and chicken and set it out bar style as the kids won’t eat shrimp, some adults were vegetarian, etc. I turned around and he simply added rice to the shrimp serving dish and walked away it. I had to tell him you take a serving you don’t take the serving dish. When I was pregnant, I finished making kids breakfast, getting MIL coffee and pastries and was making myself an English muffin. As I was holding the muffin, raising it to eat it, she plucked it out of my hands and took it saying umm, yum yum. I told her how rude that was to do. You have to be direct. These people weren’t raised right. |