64 Times People Asked Their Partner To Stop Doing Something Gross, And Failed

The little hairballs all over my shower walls.

That her hair would destroy our vacuum without regular disassembly and clean out.

We now have 3 hair monsters so it ends up to be a basketball size hairball each time.

At least she is a good sport about the "Trophy" photos I send her.

She peels her chicken nuggets and eats the skin and then the naked nugget.

She had a blanket that she loved. She would only sleep with that blanket wherever she went. Brought it on trips and everything.

I was not a fan of it, so I had my own blanket.

One day I was being helpful and thought to wash the blanket. She scolded me about not using a regular washer due to its fragile nature. Since it’s silk or a silk like substance. It made me think of the entire time we had been together until that moment and I asked when it was last cleaned. She couldn’t give me a date and we had been together over 15 years by this point. I nearly threw up instantly.

She’ll take out condiments to use and then either leave them out in random places in the house or put them on the deeper shelf in the back of the fridge.

Put them in the door like a gentleman! She’s an animal! Where is my ranch woman! Where’s my mustard! I’m disgusted.

Buying ranch dressing and then not knowing where the hell it is is the 7th level of hell.

(Now ex) never washed his hands even after using the toilet... took a few trips to the dr before realising he was the problem.

Ghosted while I was undergoing treatment for the cervical cancer he gave me after lying about his STI status. He was cheating, a lot. We'd been together for three years.

ETA: The ghosting during cancer treatment was the "most disgusting" part, not the STI status thing. That part is horrible etiquette for anybody s******y active, you should always be safe, get tested regularly and be completely honest with partners, but it is not inherently "disgusting" to get an STI. Stigma around that is dangerous for everyone, so I wanted to be explicitly clear and not add to any shame around it.

Mostly her personality.

She never uses the shift key when she types. She turns the caps lock off and on with each capital letter.

She puts ketchup on her chicken noodle soup.

She has 3 cats and they're not super house trained. One was a barn cat first, and that one and the youngest aren't spayed, so when the third older cat got introduced it became a free for all of territory p**s wars.

We never spent much time at her house for years and I found out she had been airing out the house before I came over every time. I lost power at my house and she offered to let me stay at her house for a few days to have hot showers and such.

I found a half inch of standing urine under the elements of her stove. A pile of clothes that was virtually drenched. I had always given her shkt for not cleaning the litter box which was what I assumed smelled. Nope it was the whole house. We live together now and I clean all the cat messes, because that's the only way we can live together.

I always new that she had dozens upon dozens of tabs open at once. But one time I saw her minimize down to the desktop. Good god. The had thousands of things saved to her desktop. Did you know that once you fill up the desktop, things start stacking on top of each other? Her whole desktop was huge stacks of icons, none of it in any sort of order whatsoever. She has a folder called "To sort" and in that folder is hundreds of random files, including another nested "to sort" file with more s**t in it. Presumably there are more "to sort" files as you go deeper. I don't know how deep it goes, and frankly, I don't want to know.

One of my exes would use the packet ranch dressing mix to make an entire huge bowl of ranch dressing, then sit down with a bag of carrots and eat the entire bowl. Thinking about it still makes me gag.

Telling me she prefers the drunk me over the sober me.

She genuinely loves me, which means she has bad taste...idiot!

How f*****g mean she is.

That she farts and poops I guess? But my farts and poops are way worse. Go figure.

I honestly love my wife so much, that nothing disgusts me about her. I wish I was just being cheesy, but that’s just how I feel.

The hair ends up EVERYWHERE.

She never deletes the old alarms set on her phone, just makes a new one. There's so many now it's too big a job to correct.

My wife would probably say the time we were messing about and I licked her eyeball. The honest to god ball.

It was indescribably smooth. Like, it made glass feel like 36 grit sandpaper.

Edit: No it wasn't painful at all. The taste was just a mild salty flavour.