56 Secrets People In Long-Term Relationships Are Keeping From Their Partners

Sometimes when she's had a rough day, she'll rant/vent about work. About 60% of the time, I think she's the one who is being unreasonable; she has a very idealistic view of how things should work. Of course, I don't say that.

That the 7 years I was single and live in a small studio at the beach was the happiest I've ever been. Hands down nothing has come close to it.

I named our daughter. I've named every member of our family (kids, dogs, cats, etc.). When we started trying for our 2nd kid I told him I liked the name and I guess he forgot because he tells everyone that he came up with the name. Nope that was me but I'll let him have it.

That the funny videos he finds on instagram and shows me is one that I’ve already seen before. I always act like it’s the first time I’ve seen it and laugh at it with him like it’s the funniest thing I’ve seen (90% of the time I’ve already seen it).

He didn't see our daughter's first steps. Those happened the weekend prior, when he was out of town, attending the memorial service for his best friend's dad. He felt guilty going (first time leaving us overnight since she was born).

If they go under before I do, I'm following them.

That I absolutely hate his bucket hat and I think he looks ridiculous in it. He’s worn hats like that since before we met so I just decided it was a part of him long before we married. I’m still tempted to throw it away sometimes to see how long it takes him to replace it. 😂.

I disagree with some of their Doctor Who opinions. it's not worth it, cos like? each to their own and i CAN see where they're coming from.

That he means rapport when he says repertoire. I corrected him once and he keeps doing it, so I'm just letting it go. Love him so much.

I hate going to concerts if I don’t know the artist but will always pretend to like it so I don’t ruin it for him.

That when they say they are going to cook dinner im only slightly happy because I know they will be in and out asking about timings and temperature s and and getting stressed and using every pan and utensil we have and they ll all still be in the sink tomorrow.

That I knew when he was going to propose. He still says, “you had no idea!” But I did know, and I knew what ring he bought me too. I’ll act like it was a surprise forever :).

I have my own house cleaning supply stashed in my work car. She’s very environmental friendly (which is good) but she buys all this bulk refill cleaning stuff that honestly doesn’t clean and I hate it all and it’s super expensive. So when I clean when she’s gone I use my own stuff.

Sometimes he isn’t my partner in my dreams, and I feel like it’s cheating so I don’t tell him. I am a vivid & lucid dreamer - a big chunk of his life is spent listening about my crazy dreams - he has no clue I sometimes live an accidental double dream life.

That I am so annoyed that he complains every dam day about something. It’s become draining.

When me and my wife started dating she invited me over for dinner. The dish consisted of chicken breast in a crock pot with a jar of salsa and black beans poured over rice. She called it Salsa Chicken. It was very early in our relationship so I ate it with gusto even though it was horrible. She asked me my thoughts and I told her it was delicious, one of my favorites. We’ve been married 20 years now and salsa chicken still makes an appearance on the menu every now and then and I push through a bowl smiling the entire meal. I’ll never tell her that it is hands down the worst thing she’s ever made. The crazy part is that she’s Italian and actually an amazing cook.

I love to sing. I think I'm alright, above average for someone untrained. Singing makes me happy. I used to sing showtunes to my dog. 


My current partner has perfect pitch. He has never and will never hear me sing.

That because of my PTSD from a past relationship, I dream about my ex almost every single night. Sometimes several times a night.

Granted, they are mostly nightmares with various negative plots that align with my traumatic experiences.

But sometimes, we are still deeply in love. We are reunited after his arrest, we profess our grievances & embrace in a passionate kiss. Sometimes we are still living together in my dreams, having a happy afternoon while blissfully in love. I feed him chocolates & comb my hands thru his hair that just feels so very real.

Until I wake up in my marital bed.

He’s even a counselor, but I just don’t need to go there. Ever. So nearly every morning amidst the nightmares, I add another to my roster of dreams about the man who destroyed me. I hope I can forget soon.

How I interacted with some women before she came along. Loving her made me a better man.

A lot of the petty arguments she has with the kids (they are 19 and 15) come about because she picks the fight.