A corollary to this thread, in which several Dopers state that Uncommon Sense’s wife knows that he smokes and is letting him think he is getting away with it.
What do you know but keep mum about, either to keep the peace or because it’s no big deal?
I’d have to reference Nava’s post in that same thread and say, I know about the porn. It’s really not a big deal.
I know that my husband checks my emails, myspace messages, and internet history. He has gone psycho-jealous lately. For the most part, I keep my mouth shut about it to keep the peace, but I would like to take a moment to vent and say DEAR OG WTF GET OVER IT!!! ahhh, much better, thanks 
I know about a lot of things that he doesn’t think or doesn’t realise that I know. I am just not about the drama, so I tend to keep my mouth shut.
Well, if he checks your SDMB postings, your job is done.
I wanted to add that my “It’s not a big deal” was to my husband, not to Nava. I have no idea if porn is a big deal to her SIL.
Feeding my garlic cloves to her !@# dogs with their !@# raw diet.
The crushed ginger has been disappearing at an alarming rate, but surely not…
I recently broke up with a woman who shared a mutual (female) friend with me. I became aware eventually that this friend told my Ex pretty much everything I ever said or did. (We’re not talking bad things, just statements I made, places I went, etc. This occasionally led to problems because there was no context conveyed.)
What my Ex never knew was that this same friend was also telling me everything my EX did and said as well. So sometimes Ex would say something that I knew to be a half-truth or spin. I was mad about it at first, though I never let on. But now I’m over it. Coincidentally, I’m also over her. Hmm.
I know it sounds like the mutual friend sabotaged us somehow, but I really don’t believe that. We both work in an office full of gossips, and pretty much EVERYTHING is spread around sooner or later. Ex is rather foolish and immature, and it never would’ve worked anyway.
Buying expensive clothes and shoes on eBay then squirreling them away because I never notice that kind of thing. I’m not very observant about ladies’ fashion, but I did note the leopard-print shoes change style halfway through the evening.
Yep. Funny thing is, he had 2 guest accounts here (different times) so he could read my posts, but when I asked if he was going to get a membership, he declined. Maybe he is still reading the SDMB, maybe not. I don’t really care, it just gets old.
carnivorousplant – feeding my ginger to the beasts would be justifiable homocide. I’m just sayin’…
The hubby has a problem with drinking, and I’ve tried putting my foot down and telling him I want him to stop. I was tired of coming home to a weaving, slurring spouse.
So now he drinks less and thinks I don’t know. I can still smell it on him and hear it in the way he speaks, and he hides the airline-sized empties in various places around the house. He must drink them in the car on the way home from work. At least the situation is keeping him down to a couple of airline-sized bottles at a time instead of whatever amount he was drinking before, so for now I’m keeping mum. I have vivid memories of how wives are portrayed as nasty old puritan hags in W. C. Fields movies if they try to get their husbands to stop drinking.
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This was meant to be a funny thread, but that’s not a funny situation at all. I’m sorry.
She chastises me for having porn on my computer. Hey, I’m a guy, of course I have porn on my computer. Then one day I came in from mowing the lawn and see that she left her email open while she went to the can. On top of her normal email I see some from her friends with titles like, “Hot Guys”, or “Nice Penis”. I never bring it up because I hate arguing.
Oooh, I do that, with various stores, Avon, etc. I assume he won’t notice, but I’m sure he does. Whoops.
My girlfriend eats junk food.
We’d have fights about improving (both) our eating habits for the better, etc and I’d often feel like I was making more of an efffort than she was. She is also a picky eater and I feel that the less picky she becomes the more healthy choices are available.
She took the smart approach and stopped talking to me about what she eats. However, I’ll still see a Jack in the Box wrapper or something laying around in her car.
Like some other people here, I try not to bring it up because fighting about it is more upsetting than her eating habits are in the first place.
You sure they’re from friends, and not pornspam? I get “Hot penis” emails all the time…
Joe
Okay, I couldn’t think of anything, so I asked my husband, ''Husband, what do you think you’re getting away with?"
And he batted his eyes and ventured, ''The better end of the deal in our relationship?"
My answer is: the cat. He was reluctant to get the cat at first, but agreed to give it a shot. Every night he talks about how evil the cat is–the cat wants to eat his soul, the cat is the spawn of satan, yadda yadda. But he can’t keep that goofy grin off of his face whenever the cat does something silly. He playfully throws the blankets over kitty’s head to play whenever he makes the bed, and he goes out of his way to pester him. Whenever he’s screwing around with the cat too much and accidentally frightens him into running away, he’ll go after the cat and apologize profusely while patting him on the head and speaking to him in a loving voice.
When I accuse him of loving the cat, he gives the deadpan reply, ‘‘His existence is tolerable.’’
But the other day, after we made up from a heated argument, he noticed Merlin sitting in the corner and said sympathetically, ‘‘You can come out, Merlin, Mommy and Daddy are–’’ and then turned to me with a look of abject horror.
He’s even started cleaning his litter box.
He’s not fooling me. He loves my cat.
I know that she squirrels away at least 15% of her paycheck. She doesn’t think I know and makes a big show out of making less per hour than I do.
My husband is the same way with my cat. I don’t even remember how it came up, but one day he finally said, “You could never love me as much as Tara (the cat) does.”
The sad thing is, it’s true. I don’t even think she counts as my cat anymore, given the fact her entire universe revolves around him.
We’re on a pretty tight budget. I often just do without lunch because I can’t justify the expense of buying it while I’m out, and we tend to just buy “dinner food” when we shop. My husband goes out to eat nearly every single day at a variety of places. It’s never much. Between $5-$8 a trip, but it adds up. I check our bank balance online nearly every single day. But I don’t say anything about it. I figure, what’s a sandwich? At least he’s not spending it on blow and hookers.
Oh, he’s also smoking more. We both generally smoke 1-2 cigarettes a day (when we get home and after dinner). I guess he doesn’t think I notice the fluctuation of cigarettes in his pack…
Maybe some but I know one of them came from her sister. I recognized the email address.
My wife called one of her ex-boyfriends this week for the first time in over 13 years. She told me right away though so it doesn’t really count.
I don’t know if I would have figured it out otherwise, it isn’t a big deal either way. (He lives 500 miles away and by her account is a raging alcoholic although outwardly succesful in his career. He also has world-class maturity issues and at 50 years old still lives with his mother. I find it impossible to feel threatened by that).
Mine thinks we don’t know we both dye our hair, so we do it when the other’s not around. But, besides the obvious change, how are you supposed to not notice the smell?