30 Men Share The Lies They Tell Their Girlfriends And Wives, And The Reason Is Surprisingly Sweet

*I would fight a bear for you...*

I absolutely would not - I would run like a b***h. The problem is that my wife was a sprinter and is in better shape than me so I would definitely end up having to fight the bear anyway.

That she is "the softest and the cuddliest"...

She is not. The cat is.

My wife is Deaf, and uses lip reading and sign lenguaje.(we are mexicans so here is the LSM, equivalent to the ASL).

I'm always trying to pause my speech, gesticulate more, etc; and put attention to what is happening and translate to her (I'm clumsy trying to gain skills in SL).

She asks sometimes if I feel overwhelmed or burdened by the effort it requires, and without skipping a beat always say that not at all.

But it's hard and burdening.

Sometimes it overwhelmed me or made me tired as hell, and feeling hopeless or lacking interest in sharing something, just because the effort it takes.

But, if its like that to me, how frickin excruciatingly difficult could be to her!. And she keeps trying and putting effort into bonding and sharing thoughs, feelings, moments whit me.

So I will keep lying and trying better.

I am going to get flak for this one, but I will agree she looks like she's lost weight. (When she asks specifically.)

Here's the thing for me... I like her body the best *now*. All the weight she's put on since we've been together has gone to the best places - belly, a*s, and boobs - and she's hotter than ever to me. I literally can't keep my hands off her. I have to force myself to not constantly make it about s*x when I'm in her presence because every time I catch a glimpse I'm like a teenage boy again.

But I understand telling her that would be like telling a man, "Your size is perfect - the big ones hurt!" It might be the truth for me, but it's not what she wants to hear. And since she's been watching her diet and going to the gym, I do my best to encourage her since being healthier is good, and I am in fact very proud of her for her discipline and how far she's come - she lifts heavier, runs farther, and has quit smoking. All her huge accomplishments have made her more attractive overall, no matter what number is on the scale.

My god, though, that thicc body has me completely dumb. I'd be fine if she never lost another pound.

Once a year, I take a secret PTO day to do all my holiday gift shopping for her. She is intensely smart so I spend this day "pretending" to go to work as normal, but really make the rounds to shops and Marketplace pickups.

When she asks how work was, I lie and tell her it was a lot. It's the only sneaking I do in our relationship and it honestly feels bad but is so worth it to get a big surprise on her (something otherwise unattainable).

That she's the cutest thing in the entire world.

I have eyes, I've seen Moodeng.

That I will love her until the day I die.

That s**t is immortal. It's not going to stop just because I'm dead.

No matter what, I'll always tell her dinner was delicious. Just because it's how I was brought up. Just the appreciation of her cooking for me, is all I need. I don't care how it tastes. 99% of the time, it's absolutely fine anyways.

I compliment her painted nails.

I couldn't give a f**k but she cares about it so I do my part.

She’s a silly goose. She is in fact a human.

I understand. Even if I don't and don't really know what she is talking about, she needs to vent, and when I say I understand, she can move on.

That the dog and I didn't have our evening treats yet!

I’ve been telling my wife she looks 20 for 25 years.

Just last week she was talking about how her face looks “different” now and I told her the same and then immediately made a correction “okay fine, you actually look 25 now.”

She knows it’s a lie and always respond “yeah right” with a little smile on her face. She likes to hear it even though she knows I’m just saying it.

When my partner eats my food after saying she's not hungry or doesn't want anything. I always tell her "that's why I got the fries because I know you'd eat them". But in reality, I wanted those fries.

She's 8 months pregnant and she snores like a lunberjack. No honey ofcourse its not the reason i havent slept all week.

That we need to leave at 9 to be there on time.

In truth, we need to leave at 10. But if I tell her that, we won't be leaving until 11.

I learned long ago that when the wife asks if her hair / outfit / nails / new purse / whatever looks nice, the correct answer 100% of the time with no exceptions is "Yes." I don't care if she's rocking a Mr. T mohawk, while wearing floppy red rubber clown shoes and a burlap potato sack as a skirt, carrying a dead raccoon as a purse, and her nails are painted with White Out. The answer is "yes." If she squirts ketchup and mustard on her face and calls it makeup, the answer is "yes." If she goes full Howie Mandel and stretches a latex glove over her head, the answer is "yes.".

That the hedgehogs we rescued and took to the rescue centre this week are alive and doing well.

"Nah, I don't want it, you go ahead.".

'I'll be careful."

I will court death.