People Share The Unsettling Secrets They Hide From Their Partner To Avoid Confrontation
An old adage goes: “Secrets are no fun unless they’re shared with everyone.” However, the reality is that sometimes secrets are necessary. This list details the secrets that one partner is keeping from the other, and they’re nothing short of juicy. While none of the secrets have anything to do with cheating, there is still so much to spill.
Many of the secrets are simply things that the partner can’t bear to share with the other because they are afraid feelings would get hurt. They’re the kind of secrets that may be better left unsaid, for everyone’s mental sanity. After you check out these tales of the secrets one lover keeps from the other, you can decide for yourself if they are better hidden than told.
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#1 There’s Nothing Like An Original
The first piece of jewelry I bought my wife was a necklace. We went on holiday and she lost it. I said I would replace it but it wasn’t the same, she was upset that she’d lost it for sentimental reasons. I emailed the hotel and of course, they hadn’t found it. So I bought a replacement and told my wife that they found it.
I am notoriously difficult to surprise. I ask too many questions and it bothers me when things don’t add up. My husband was so proud of the fact that he kept his proposal a surprise and that I didn’t expect it. In reality, I texted my best friend the day before with a list of six reasons why I suspected he was going to propose to me that weekend. I’m not going to tell him though—the proposal was really sweet and he put so much thought into it.
My girlfriend locked her keys in her running car with her dog inside when she picked up her daughter from daycare. I lied and said I had AAA, so it’d be free to get lockout service. In reality, I ordered AAA on the spot and paid the extra fee to have same day service so she didn’t have something else to worry about.
His favorite dip that his mom makes him contains like, 80% mayo. He has a terrible aversion to mayo. His mom always made the dip whenever he wasn’t around, so he never had a clue. One day when he was at work, she had me over to teach me how to cook some of his favorite recipes. Now, I continue the charade. It’s a really good dip.
My partner misuses words… a LOT. I’m a language guy. I get the feeling that her poor lexicon is a soft spot that her previous partners poked pretty hard, so I usually I just internally cringe and say nothing about it. I usually know what she’s trying to say anyway, so there really isn’t a problem. I don’t think I’ll try to correct her as it might make her feel self-conscious.
Before we leave the house, I always play a game where I try to guess what she’s going to need while we’re out (e.g. a warm hat and an extra set of gloves, a small snack, inhaler, battery pack for phone, etc). Sometimes, I like to slip it into her bag or purse without her noticing, while other times, I reveal that I had it all along.
My wife thinks that our beta fish named Mojito lived for like, five years. What she doesn’t know is that the role of Mojito has been played by three separate beta fish over that time period. I can’t bring myself to tell her because every time we have guests over, she proudly brings attention to the fact that our beta fish is one of a kind. RIP Mojito 1 and 2.
My wife once sent me this joke once: “Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the idiot’s house. Knock knock. Who’s there? The chicken.” I “fell for it,” even though it wasn’t funny, because I knew it would make her happy. She loves talking about how she “got me” and it makes her so happy that I can’t bring myself to tell her I was the one who told her the joke in the first place.
My best friend growing up, who is practically my brother, owns a cleaning service. So I get the “owners’ rate,” which means they clean my house for $60 per visit. That’s pretty cheap in the area I live in. When I first met my girlfriend, at some point in the conversation it came up that I used a cleaning service, and she joked, “Oh, big shot pays other people to clean his house.” I told her how, fortunately for me, isn’t really a big expense.
Fast forward a month or so, and she spent like, an entire Friday night and Saturday cleaning. We both work a ton during the week, so I was like, “I’ll pay for your cleaning service so we have more time to spend together on weekends.” She wouldn’t let me pay for it but instead asked me to sign her up with my friend’s service. She then gave me $60.
The thing is, I couldn’t get the owners’ rate for her, so it was really like, $150 per visit. She loves having a cleaning service, and appreciates having more free time — but she definitely won’t pay $150 for it. I don’t really care about the money, just want her to be happy, so I don’t tell her what it costs.
I always watch ahead in Game of Thrones. He talks during each episode, and I can tolerate it better if I’ve already seen the episode. Whenever I watch with him, I have to act like I’m seeing the episode we’re on for the first time. Sometimes, I don’t pay attention anymore and he asks me why. I’m scared he’ll catch on sometime soon.
My ex used to read me chapters from whatever book he was reading at the time. It was usually me that initiated it, mostly because it felt so warm and intimate, but also because I knew he had dyslexia and dysgraphia as a child so it would give him a little boost of confidence. But this also meant he was actually really terrible at reading stories. I’m talking pure monotone, it made any book extremely boring and I would cuddle up next to him so I could see it and read it in my head as he read. But I liked to think the good outweighed the bad, and I never told him!
When I see bugs in the apartment, I always tell my wife that it was only one bug so she doesn’t get scared. Then, I kill all the bugs. Some backstory: My apartment has had roaches since we moved in, but I didn’t realize initially that it was an actual pest problem. It’s only recently that our complex has been working with us to get rid of them. You basically have to deep clean the kitchen every night or they will come out. Even if they don’t come out, they’re there somewhere. So far, it seems like they’re contained to the kitchen, but if this keeps up another month, we’re moving.
Forty percent of my company was laid off systematically over a two-year period. I built up my resume, networked and made sure I had a place to land if stuff hit the fan. I also worked my butt off at the job to make sure I was the one they kept if they did not go under. I ended up staying with the company, got a raise and a promotion, and I was pretty instrumental in turning the company around.
She and the kids have no idea how close I was to losing my job. I still remember sobbing in the shower and giving myself a pep talk in the mirror many mornings, saying, “You can do it — just put all the fear out of your mind and be mentally tough.” As the man of the house, I felt like everything was on my shoulders.
My late husband was a clown. I played along and thought he was eccentric which I loved, but the clown thing was getting old. We had been together for ten years before getting married and as we were beginning to plan our wedding, he seriously suggested that we have a clown-themed wedding. Absolutely not, I said to myself.
Our wedding was the one thing in our lives where I refused the clown stuff to seep into. After a short time, we were able to come to an agreement on the theme. Unfortunately, about three months after we married, he was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer and passed within six weeks. While he was sick and in hospice, I hired an artist friend to paint a portrait of my husband in his clown makeup and the painting arrived the evening before he passed. At least he got to see it. I’d do anything to have my clown back now.
I feel really bad about how much money he spends on me (food, gifts, gas money). He refuses to let me pay him back, so sometimes I slip five- and ten-dollar bills into his wallet, pockets, and dresser drawers for him to “find.” If he gives me his card to go into stores to buy something, I use mine instead and don’t tell him. He’d be really, really sad if he found out because he loves taking care of me.
My ex-girlfriend had a few too many drinks at a party and passed out on the couch. When I went to check her, I noticed she went #1 all over the couch. To avoid embarrassments, I filled up a bucket with water and threw it over her to disguise it as a prank (I’m that kind of boyfriend). She still has no idea of the truth.
My significant other got me a beautiful necklace for our one year anniversary. It says “love” in a hundred languages when you shine a light through it. He was so pleased he’d gotten me such a unique, romantic present… The only problem was that my best friend had received an identical necklace from her boyfriend on her birthday just a week prior. My friend and I coordinate so we never wear them at the same time.
#24 Surprises Aren’t Just For The Receiver
We don’t exchange many gifts at Christmas but we try and pick something for each other that we’d really love to have. This year, while my wife was out walking the dogs, the UPS guy knocked on the door and dropped off a large package. It was a Pizzeria Pronto! I took it inside and then thought to myself, “Nah, let me put it back on the front porch.”
She came in from her walk and hid the box in her Jeep. When Christmas rolled around, she was very pleased that she was able to surprise me with something I really wanted! I’ve got to say, it was really hard to act like I had no idea what she got me. Maybe next Christmas I’ll just ignore the UPS guy when he comes to the door.
A few years ago, my wife lost her grandfather. He was working a horrible job and started developing some of the medical issues we’re currently dealing with. One night, I went out to warm her car up before her shift and I found a parking ticket. I pocketed it, paid it, and tossed it without her knowing. She didn’t need that on top of everything else.
My wife has a beautiful heart. I jokingly call her a Disney princess because she has to talk to any animal she comes across. Just for context, she has cried seeing a dead raccoon on the side of the road before. One time, I was working day shift and she was working a swing shift. I had a busy day, but she sent me some pictures of a young doe that was eating in our front yard.
She seemed thrilled. I came home and saw the same deer, but lifeless on my porch. I felt like I started to hear “The First 48” theme playing as I realized I had six hours to get rid of this thing before my wife got home. I called my local city authorities thinking they wouldn’t want a dead animal in the middle of town. Turns out, they couldn’t care less.
I called some local raptor shelters to see if they could take a stat donation but it turns out the dead deer business was booming and they didn’t have a need for donations at the time. Frustrated, I called my dad to vent and get advice on what to do. His response was simple: “Hold on bud, I’ll be there in 15 minutes.”
I went back inside to take care of the dogs, and within the next 15 minutes, I saw my dad had backed his huge truck into my back yard with the tailgate down. He knocked on my door with a pair of nitrile gloves on and another pair in hand for me. It was starting to get dark out, but we had that thing loaded up and found a special place to, uh, “dispose” of it. We made it back with 20 minutes to spare before my wife got home.
I haven’t told my wife because I think it would either break her heart or creep her out at how efficiently my dad can dump a body. Anyway, wifey thinks the deer is alive and well, and totally not at the bottom of a ravine.
I go to the gym every night after she falls asleep. In my defense, a guy can only lounge around in his sweatpants watching Netflix with his woman so much. I am not quite ready to fade into middle age yet.
My mom wrote me a note once for missing a homework assignment. Unfortunately, her handwriting and spelling were so bad that the teacher grilled me for trying to weasel my way out by forging it. My mom didn’t finish middle school and is not highly educated. I was so embarrassed that I decided to just take the detention than ask my mom to back me up.
I use the “strictly decorative” towel to dry my hands. Clearly, even though you yell at me when you see me do it, I’m not actually damaging it, destroying it, or “making it nasty.” Otherwise, you would have noticed by now since I’ve used it hundreds of times without you knowing. No “strictly decorative” towel is off limits to me. It’s a towel.
My parents don’t approve of my boyfriend anymore because they found out he is bi. My boyfriend and my parents used to be very good friends. They don’t even want to see him anymore. I just make excuses all the time, like “Oh, they are visiting relatives” or “They are working overtime.” It’s so bad they won’t even go into the same room as him. He keeps asking why they never pop round for visits anymore. The truth will hurt him.
My significant other thinks we’ve done a really great job teaching our dog not to get on the sofa. In reality, he’s exceptionally well trained to not go on the sofa when she’s home. He jumps off sharpish when he hears her car park up outside. I love my dog too much to see him scolded by her, and I love her too much to ruin the fantasy she’s been living.
My partner got me a guitar for Christmas. We’d discussed it and it was what I wanted. I declined to help him come pick one out because I wanted to be surprised. Over the weeks that we talked about it, I must’ve said at least six times that I’d be happy no matter what, as long as he didn’t get a red guitar. I just don’t like red guitars.
I even said, “I know you’ll hear this and think, she said red guitar, get a red guitar. NO. do NOT get me a red guitar.” The night before he got it, he asked acoustic or electric, and I said I don’t care as long as it’s not red. I’m sure you guessed it. He got me a red guitar. He’s not a jerk, he’s just wired differently. And he was so excited to give it to me and saved up so much. So I said I loved it and got some stickers to decorate it.
My wife is a huge animal lover. She volunteers at local animal shelters and donates to animal relief groups monthly. One night, when she was leaving for work, she stepped outside onto our porch and found a small bird, probably a sparrow, on the sidewalk. It didn’t run or fly away so she assumed it was hurt. She ran back inside, got a box, and searched online for a bird rescue. She found one about 20 to 30 minutes away.
She drove the bird there, dropped it off, and they took her information because they said they would send her a card as a thank you. This was at least six or seven years ago and she still brings it up every so often, complaining that they “never sent the card.” The truth is, they did send the card thanking her for bringing the bird in for help…
But the card also said they euthanized the bird because it had broken bones in its wing, maybe from being hit by a car in the parking lot. I read it and crammed the card deep into the trash because I didn’t want her to get upset that the bird she tried so hard to help had to be euthanized. It would just break her heart.
Several years ago, one of our outside cats went missing. He was my wife’s favorite, so she was pretty upset. I had actually found the cat that morning and discovered what really happened to it. The facts and circumstances leading to its death would have upset her tremendously. She still thinks to this day the cat was taken by a rogue coyote or something when in reality, she had accidentally backed over it in the darkness of morning when leaving for work. I’ve never been able to bring myself to tell her and never will. I felt awful for her. I even feel awful telling the internet about it now and it’s been years!
Every year, I have to text her brother to remind him it’s her birthday or he won’t even realize and never reach out to her. It upsets her when he forgets. I’ll usually let it go until late in the evening, and then shoot him a quick reminder. He’ll call her, and she’ll get so excited that he remembered. It means the world to her. It’s not about making him look good, it’s about making her happy.