I absolutely despise "the wife."

My wife calls me “the boy” sometimes. And also “nerd.” I always thought it was no big deal, but the OP has opened my eyes to the demeaning lack of respect she’s showing me; how could I have been so blind? I’ve been played for a fool!

You know what? Next time she me those horrible, hurtful names that lower my self-esteem (of which I obviously have none, or else I’d learn to recognize a fucking joke when I hear one), I’m not going to take it anymore! Instead of having sex with her, I’m going to give her a taste of the back of my hand and tell her to watch her goddamned mouth! Yeah, that will make my marriage a hundred times better than it is right now!

No. It would be fucking disrespectful to–and this is just hypothetical, of course–pretend to know exactly what other people are thinking when they use a phrase that you clearly don’t understand.

VCO3, I’m curious: Are you married?

Once. For twenty minutes. In 2006.

(Then her papa showed her birth certificate to the JP who tore up the paperwork rather than filing a certificate of marriage for a 12 year old marrying a 14 year old boy.)

In my previous post, I was discussing what Japanese would use to refer to their spouse, this concerns what they use to address each other. The anata usage is quite common among people a little older than my generation I’m in my 50s, and you hear it a lot from women in their 50s and older. The intonation is different than the genetric you, and I don’t like it, it sounds bitchy to me. It’s less common amoung younger people.Some Japanese men, especially older men will use oi which translates more into “hey you,” and isn’t sweet at all.

For the rest of the question about couples with kids, this is also very common. I was at a train station the other day and a middle aged woman was trying to find her husband. She called out otoosan and about 80 middle aged men looked up.

Eh, the old ball and chain’s not that bad. Only a couple of weekends back I was allowed out to play for a whole Saturday night including sleepover, although I must admit I had to pay for it in advance with an entire evening of sulking, and a late-night row, over my failure to put a band engagement Sunday afternoon on the family calendar.

Blowed if I know who these nice nympho types are though, I swear I never met one. :stuck_out_tongue:

I’ve never been comfortable with “my wife” or “my girlfriend”, and certainly not “the wife.” Sounds too much like chattel to me. I prefer to use her name, even when speaking to people I hardly know. If they develop a puzzled look, I simply say that <insert name> is the woman I’m currently married to, dating etc etc.

My theory is that by referring to her by name, I am including her in the conversation, and by default in my life.

And yet, and yet, if life were to be so simple. I recently found myself using the term “my girlfriend”, and the words had hardly left my mouth when I cringed. WTF? Where did that come from? And to make matters worse, I used the term a few more times in subsequent conversations, all with the same audience.

And so, after some careful introspection, I realised that by doing so, I was fulfilling a subconscious need for anonymity. You see, the “audience” was/is a drop dead gorgeous individual with whom I have a working relationship, with a body that would make many a man (and perhaps a woman) falter at the alter. Moreover, she is the spitting image of a woman I deeply loved a long time ago. A forbidden love, spanning nearly two decades, complex and complicated. Like two ships passing in the night, we would catch glimpses of each other’s faces lit up by the dials and compasses of our respective ships, and on more than one occasion, we would reach dangerously over the rails, and across the raging seas we would try to touch as our ships sailed in opposite directions.

I digress.

The point I think I’m trying to make, albeit clumsily, is that perhaps it is not out of disrespect that we use the terminology, but out of a need to classify the specific relationship as “off limits”, “not for discussion”, or even, “NOYDB.” In my case, it is probably a realisation that in another lifetime, under different circumstances, I would definitely pursue something more with this woman, but given that I have made certain choices which I have chosen to follow through, that is not to be. And yet, I cannot deny the attraction. It is there, it is palpable, and I suspect it is mutual, as she too has not referred to her SO by name.

Due to this thread, “the husband” has been musing on the possibilities involved in referring to me as “my first wife”. Or maybe <child’sname>'s Mum, to see if anyone picks up that it’s the same person. Thus leading to the following dinnertime conversation…

He: You know, I was talking to Rachel’s Mum the other day - you know, my first wife.

Me: And she told you that Julia’s Mum is really wierd, right?

He: Yeah!

Me: But not half as wierd as Julia’s Mum’s first husband!

Note to those who don’t do so good on logic puzzles - yes those names are both my children, and there is only one male and one femal adult referred to in the above conversation

I liked referring to my ex as ‘The Boy’, especially discussing him with people I wasn’t close to (workmates, for example). It was either that or ‘fuck-buddy’, and that lacks a certain class.

The Wife and I like to engage in these sorts of converstations ourselves. They’re especially fun when you know some one at the next table is listening in. My favorite from the week before we were married.

Me: Say, you’re nice. Whaddya say we get married?

Her: Why not? It’s not like I have anything better to do.

Me: How’s next Saturday look for you?

Her: Sounds good to me.

The woman at the next table about fell out of her chair.

And what if they can’t keep the two of them straight?

This sounds like it belongs in the courtship thread in MPSIMS, not here, whatever this thread has become. And if you want to meet a nice nympho type, I know one who could come for a visit.

I’m really slow today, so you’re going to have to explain this one to me. :confused:

If this degenerates into yet another flirt thread, I still think it’s an improvement on the lame OP. :smiley:

I’d like to know where these ‘nice nympho types’ are, as well. :slight_smile:

This reminds me of the horribly, terribly, over the top romantic proposal that my husband gave me:

Him: Remember that marriage thing we talked about?

Me: Yeah.

Him: Set it up.

That was it. He’s a man of few words. (And the ones he does have generally don’t make a whole lot of sense.) :smiley:

:smiley: Hoot of the day!

Now that we’ve begun talking about marriage proposals, neither my wife nor I can pinpoint when we decided to get married. There was no dramatic popping the question. At some point in our early relationship, it became mutually assumed we were getting married, and we’re darned if we can figure out when that was. We were students in Hawaii, and we both knew I intended to return to Thailand, where I’d lived before, so that fact definitely helped move the relationship along, as my wife is definitely not the love-'em-and-leave-'em type. Funny how we just came to accept the marriage part. Anyone else have it happen like that?

When my wife and I were dating, we were out running some errands, and she wanted a haircut, so we stopped by her favorite cuttery. I was lounging nearby, making conversation with the stylists, the girlfriend, whoever. One of the ladies started asking questions about us, and of course, all the other stylists were soon in the game.

“So, how long have you been dating?”

GF: “About three years.”

“Do you live together?”

Me: “Nope.”

At this point, the beauty shop became a hissing den of snakes, with much commentary on our relationship, my manhood, Men, etc. It became rather annoying.

Then one of them asked me the fateful question.

(Accusingly) “Why don’t you make her an honest woman?!”

I leaned back, and with a perfectly straight face, said, “I’m not really sure she’s good enough for me.”

You could have heard the collective gasp a mile away.

My girlfriend just sat there chuckling.

Don’t your balls get in the way when you walk? :smiley:

:slight_smile: For a second there, I didn’t think I was getting out of there with 'em intact.

I know a couple who got married at 18, and announced it to their parents several weeks later. Later, they decided to renew their vows on their 10th anniversary, and have the big church wedding that they cheated their families out of the first time around. Later still, they discovered that the “Bride” would be about 8 1/2 months pregnant on their “Wedding Day”. Given the “Groom’s” sense of humor, he referred to this renewal of vows as their Wedding, and enjoyed the shocked reactions from people who thought one ought to marry the mother of one’s child a little earlier in the pregnancy.

Bride was less amused, but recognized that this was a small price to pay to have Groom in her life.

A favorite story of Groom’s from this time features the two of them at the classes that they encourage one to take during pregnancy and before the birth of the baby. Week before the wedding, he invited all participants in the class to come to their Wedding. A young man speaks up and announces that he and his partner are not married either “Way to go, Man”. It was not clear to me that it was ever explained to the unmarried couple that the reason that they got married so late in her pregnancy was because the legal ceremony had taken place 10 years earlier.

Same guy also likes to claim that he’s been married to 3 different women without ever getting a divorce and he can’t wait to see whom he’s married to next. Not that people don’t change after marriage in other circumstances, but certainly people who get married at 18 are likely to change alot after marriage.