Have and will. I hate flying so much that I’ll drive halfway across the country if I can to avoid it. Unfortunately, my husband’s family is all the way across the country and his mom is an even worse flyer than I am. I love her to distraction, so… Captain Valium to the rescue.
Oh, c’mon. After the sushi, the calamari was a snap, admit it.
Of course, I would, but I do try to avoid some of it. To this day, I will try to get out of clothes shopping with her.
I just escorted my wife to her 25th High School Reunion; that was fun. 
If she wants me to go somewhere or do something, I will. Of course, I might complain about it.
I think this is something spouses are supposed to do for each other.
Jim
My husband looooooves peppers. Green bell peppers, red peppers, chili peppers, jalapeno peppers. I hate them all – the taste, the smell, everything about them. Nonetheless, I cook them for him. With a towel pressed over my face to keep out the noxious fumes. I’m sure he is not all that fond of lots of stuff he does for me. We’ve been married over 40 years. Wonder why?
Absolutely. I go to Fabricland at least one every few months with Mrs. RickJay. For me, Fabricland is like Bergen-Belsen.
Well put - says it for me, too.
Yes, or at least the biggest one that springs to mind is a favour that my husband does for me.
He is very shy, has very little time off, and has the Japanese cultural view of “Family important - friends:someone you see when you are not with your family.”
As a combination of these things he HATES international get togethers, family picnics, etc that require our presence as a family along with a whole lot of other unknown families.
But in my culture (English) getting together with club or school or other society families is something to be expected and looked forward to.
We had a few years of misery when he outright refused to go, or told us he didn’t mind if I took the kids (to a FAMILY picnic, yeah, right… On his only day off this month.)
Finally we sat down and talked about it as it was really making me unhappy (I live in a tiny town with only a couple of other foreigners and I NEED those occasional bursts of non-Japanese culture.)
He agreed to go, and the amazing, wonderful thing is, he acts like he’s happy to go, even though I know he feels like he’s having teeth pulled in reality.
In return, I refuse a lot more of the invites than we actually attend, so he hasn’t got to go through this so often.
This may seem like an odd thing but it’s a really, really big issue for me, and I love him so much that he can do this for me and the kids.
I wouldn’t do something I hate just to prove a point (“Honey, if you loved me, you’d eat a roach.” “Er, no.”) and I won’t do things I hate if there’s a reasonable alternative (“Shopping trip to comic book store? Great, I’ll be next door at the shoe shop, meet you at the food court in an hour.”) I think I’m pretty flexible about doing things I dislike – for a person who does not gamble, I’ve been on many, many vacations to casino resorts, but at the same time I’m pretty proactive about seeking out the things that make the casino bearable for me, even if that means we part ways when he goes to the casino floor and I go to the spa.
You know, I can’t think of many things that I hate doing that might be an issue. I hate eels … that’s never really come up in our relationship. It’s been eel-free.
I once sat through the execrable movie Barb Wire solely because hubby wanted to see it. Greater love hath no wife.
Whoa. I was thinking “of course, anything”, but that just got me. I love mrs jjimm but based on prior experience: No. Frigging. Way.
I don’t want to endanger our marriage due to my usual accompanying-wife-shoe-shopping reversion, after several hours (OK, 20 minutes) of the worst ennui a human can possibly endure, into the persona of a tired and cranky three-year-old who’s eaten too many blue M&Ms and wants to play on a bouncy castle. And she knows this, and wouldn’t even ask.
It is because of this mutual understanding that she never went to the Jimmy Choo discount store in Vegas (Jimmy Who? I asked, naïvely), something for which I have still not been forgiven, five years on.
Well, I’ve found my limit when it comes to doing things I hate for my spouse.
Background: My in-laws are blatant racists who offend the hell out of me. In addition, my MIL belittles my husband and is just a horribly unpleasant person. When my FIL died last year, I said that I would never again stay with any of his relatives. If he wanted to visit with them, I would be willing to go if we stayed in a hotel.
Two days ago, he announces that oh by the way, we’re going to Kentucky for the weekend. Surprise. Oh, and we’re staying in MIL’s basement. He wanted to visit with his brother who was going to be in town with his family.
I said that I would go if we stayed in a hotel. He said he wanted to stay at the house. I said he could stay at the house but I would stay at a hotel. He didn’t think that made sense and meant it wasn’t worth me going.
So about an hour ago he went. I stayed home. I’ve done lots of things with him that I didn’t enjoy, but I’m not willing to sit around and listen to racist morons spout offensive statements and jokes that are at least in part aimed at upsetting me.
I do feel a little bad, I’ll admit, just not bad enough to go.
But I think you’d look just darling in a white hood.
Personally, I can’t stand having to put up with my classically racist great aunt (I’ll do a thread composed of her sayings, which I have collected over the years, sometime), who rants about “the bloody Irish” in front of my Irish wife and “the ghastly blacks” in front of my black sister. But I do it for my parents who feel obligated to her. The needs of my family are subsumed by my personal feelings. YMMV.
No way, don’t you remember that thread sometime ago on single men? You’d be drowing in your own pile of take-out food and cans!
Nah - I wouldn’t go, and she wouldn’t ask me - especially not on such short notice.
This weekend we are going to an out of town wedding to be held at my sister’s. Many years back we had an unpleasant experience while staying with her. Wouldn’t think of not staying in a hotel.
Personally, I’d find spending time around racists a violation of my personal ethics, so I wouldn’t do it. But the OP said something that didn’t cross a moral line, but you merely detested, so… I suppose I would, depending on why they wanted me to. If it was something like merely wanting a tire shopping companion and I really loathed it, I’d probably refuse. But if it was something that genuinely meant a lot to their happiness, I probably would.
I frequently do something I hate because I love my husband - I handle raw meat. Some of it isn’t too disgusting, but at the moment I’m pounding pork flat to make breaded tenderloins or skinning and boning raw chicken, I reflect on the fact that I really, really love the man.
I’ve also attended four or five Rush concerts.
(D&R)
Okay…I hate handling raw meat too. How utterly revolting. I do this for both of us, but I’ve found the answer. I wear latex gloves. I keep a box right there near my prep area. It’s sooooo much better. I am grossed out by making hamburgers and this is the perfect solution. Try it!
I watched Kevein Costners “The Postman” 'cos my beloved wanted to see it.
That’s true love I tells ya.
ugh - motorcycles. They do nothing for me. They’re loud. They’re uncomfortable. But he loves to ride and loves to go look at other bikes. So I’ve gone to Bike Week and Biketoberfest in Daytona. I’ve gone on a couple of group rides. I’ve gone to a couple of small shows. I even went along a few times when he just wanted to ride around the area.
I don’t like it at all. I feel too vulnerable on a bike. The seat is uncomfortable. The helmet is heavy. The wind blows crap into my eyes. But I go along.
Honestly, I was hoping after his spinal surgery when the orthopedist told him to sell his bike that he would. He didn’t. I know if I asked him to, he would. I won’t. But words can’t describe how much I hate that bike.
Heh-heh. I have the exact opposite problem. We have a bike, but my husband is more interested in building/tinkering/souping them than he is with actually riding them. There it sits…cobwebs and spiders taking up residence. I like to ride. Back in the day, I worked for two motorcycle clubs. It’s something I miss, but he’s not comfortable riding (after dumping it at a high speed) so I’m sunk. I don’t even bring it up anymore.
I’d like him to sell it so we could put the money to use on other stuff, but he built it from the ground up out of boxes of parts. It’s like a child to him. Sigh…
From the guy side of the fence, I have to say that this is the very dictionary definition of “payback”. 