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Anonymous wrote:Here's what no one has the heart to tell you:

He knows exactly what he's doing. He's playing a game of "What can I get away with? How can I nickle and dime this dummy and play the fool when she brings it up?" He's eating your apples deliberately and is perfectly capable of telling the difference. He gets a sadistic or selfish kick out of being the one in the household to eat all the "good stuff" and leave you with the junky stuff. He's a fundamentally selfish, anti-socially competitive person.

And deep down inside, you know this.

+ 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

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Example 1: Apples. So many apples are disappointingly terrible - mushy, soft, flavorless, blech. One particular stand at the farmers market sells the best apples in the world. I try to buy some of these delicious apples every week, but I walk to the market and can't lug 20 pounds of apples home. DH goes to the grocery store and buys mealy Granny Smiths and Red Deliciouses, which would be fine if he ate them. But he doesn't eat them because they're bad. He eats all of the delicious farmers market apples instead. He brings several farmers market apples to work for his snack, he munches them on his commute, he ignores the bad apples, and then there are no good ones left.

Example 2: Beer. We like a beer from time to time. Now that I am past a certain age I don't want cheap, tasteless beer like Coors and Bud Light, so when I go to the store I buy beer that I like. When DH goes to the store, he buys whichever beer is cheapest. The problem is that he drinks all the good beer first and leaves the crappy beer behind. And when I want a beer, what's left? Coors.

Example 3: Salad dressing. I make a very good vinaigrette. Even kids eat salads with my vinaigrette! I don't love creamy dressings like ranch or Caesar, but that's OK because my vinaigrette is there in the fridge. Oh wait, no, it's not in the fridge! DH finished it today, even though he only managed to be home for 10 minutes and there was at least a cupful left yesterday. Maybe my vinaigrette is so good he drinks it straight.

When I say something like, "Please leave some of the good apples for me," he scoffs and says "I EAT AN APPLE A DAY." -- "I know you eat an apple a day, but can you save a couple of the good ones for me?" -- "HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO TELL APPLES APART? I EAT AN APPLE A DAY." -- "But you bought these Granny Smiths ... don't you want them?" - "I EAT AN APPLE A DAY. I GRAB AN APPLE. I EAT IT." -- "Can you save me one good apple?" -- "IT'S AN APPLE. GOD, YOU'RE OVERREACTING. CAN'T I EAT A GOOD APPLE? I DON'T DESERVE GOOD APPLES?"

I kind of hate him.

Anonymous wrote:Wow I appreciate this post. When I eat out w my husband he stretches to finish my food too,even if he’s full. He will order “light because hes trying to be healthy” like a salmon dish while I get steak, eat his dish in 3 minutes and no longer look me in the eye. He just stares at my food. The whole 20 minutes I’m still eating. Or if we get takeout or I make something expensive like crab cakes, he always has more room and overeats to finish it all, versus when we get a rotisserie chicken. Then suddenly he’s full very quickly.

Anonymous wrote:I would just hide the good food from him from now on. Don’t you have a drawer or something? He sounds rude.

Anonymous wrote:Hide the good apples this week. Report back and tell us if he ate his crap apples.

Anonymous wrote: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.