“I Basically Stalked Him”: 50 People Share Secrets They’ve Kept From Their Significant Others

I knew you were going to propose. You left an email up on the computer where you sent a ring to a friend asking her if I will like it. I immediately close the email and went on about my day. We went on the 2 week long trip to Hawaii. One of the days you told me to dress up and I wore this cute white summer dress. I still remember the way you looked at me. You looked at peace. We drove up the coast to the beach your friend recommended. As soon as we pull in it dawns on you that this isn’t a private beach. It’s pure madness. People everywhere. I saw the look of panic on your face. I squeezed your arm and said let’s keep driving. We grabbed dinner at a mom and pop place and found the most beautiful secluded beach after. That’s where you proposed and it was perfect.

Her mother was interfering in our marriage constantly.

I had an appointment with a lawyer to talk over options for divorce because I couldn't stand it anymore.

Then her mother died suddenly. Heart attack.

After the funeral, things got better...and here we are now married for 3 decades.

She doesn't need to know.

One time I left my younger daughter (middle child) in a hot car and forgot she was there.

My wife and my oldest daughter had gotten out and went into a theater where the oldest daughter had her dance recital. I parked the car about 100 feet away and for some reason, maybe because my wife and daughter got out, my stupid brain just decided to go into kid-free mode.

To say I panicked 10 minutes later when I remembered would be an understatement. I was mid conversation with someone and when I remembered her I just turned and ran. No explanation.

I sprinted to the car, but knowing it was only 10 minutes I knew it would be ok. There she was. A little sweaty, but just sitting there and looking around. Smiled when she saw me.

This memory haunts me. I frequently lose sleep or have to pull my mind off it. The thought of what would have happened and how easy it was to forget her will never leave me. Always double check for your kids folks. Even if you think you’re good or have a great memory.

When my wife and I fight I go around and tighten all the jars in the fridge so that she has to come talk to me if she wants to open one.

Every pay check I take out $25-$30 in small bills and slip some bills into her pockets while I’m folding laundry. Money is tight, and it’s the source of a lot of anxiety for her, so to see how excite/relieved she gets when she finds it makes me happy

One night when my husband was sleeping peacefully, I attempted suic*de in our kitchen. This was the year after I lost my mom and couldn't handle the sadness, guilt, and loneliness. The bedroom was near the kitchen and the door was open. I heard him sleep talk and he farted while sleeping. It was so unusual and funny that it made me stop what I was doing.

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THESE COMMENTS. It's so heartwarming to read them I'm holding back tears. This happened 6 years ago and glad to say that I'm in a far better place and state of mind. Thank you so much everyone!

She's only my girlfriend, but I gaslight her to feel better about herself since she was in a very abusive and manipulative relationship for 9 years before we got together.

If we need to clean up her apartment, bathrooms kitchen, car, etc. I usually wind up doing most of the work but when she thanks me for all the work I did I'll respond with something like "what are you talking about, you did almost everything. I was just kind of there."

Thay way she feels like she took care of herself and gains more confidence in her abilities.

Whether it's wrong or not, it seems to be working.

Remember when we were engaged and visited your mom in the hospital, and she let a fart so rank that your eyes watered and we still talk about it 20 years later?

That was me.

That sometimes I stay 10-15 mins in the car before coming up the house.

Not ashamed of it or something but I like some me time to be private and not judged.

Addendum: it's mostly so that the stress from outside I won't bring it to our home. Not good bringing negative energy/emotions when facing your kid at home.

She snores like a pack of bears fighting/f*****g on the lawn, and that after a decade...I can't f*****g sleep when she's gone because it's my white noise.

The “full story” of past traumas. It would break his heart if he knew what’s happened to me in the past. It would spark violence and vengeance in him, poison him inside the way it poisons me. I fell in love with him for the bright light and gentle soul that he is, so I can’t justify showering him with that darkness. He still heals me in his own ways, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell him everything. Sometimes the most selfless thing you can do is gulp your pain so that others avoid suffering the taste.

I tend to just sit in my car for many hours at a time. Last week, I used an entire half a tank of gas just by idling for hours at a time.

My girlfriend knows this, but what she doesn’t know is why I do it.

I have severe PTSD from seeing horrific deaths, being abused in group homes, being abused in mental hospitals, and being made fun of my entire life for having mental health issues.

The only way I can handle it without going absolutely insane is by sitting in my car, listening to music and relaxing. Sounds weird right? Well, my car isn’t just any car.

I got it from my aunt, and she was the one who took care of me as a kid when my dad was absent (which was every day). She took me for drives every week in that car to get me out of the house, and to get ice cream with her and my cousin. This car also has memories of me and my grandpa working on it together, since it’s my first car and I wanted to modify it a bit along with repairing some stuff on it.

That car holds so many special memories and it all comes flooding back when I sit in there, so I feel a whole lot better when I come inside my house or when I call my girlfriend. It’s a coping mechanism, but I don’t want to tell my girl because I don’t want her to worry about me

I'm glad he cheated, and thought the grass was greener (during my terminal cancer diagnosis). Wish he didn't lie about it. But, the genuine relief that he is someones else problem after nearly a decade is priceless! Bless.

Early on in our relationship, I made breakfast for my then Girlfriend and her kids using some pancake mix she had in the pantry. After making the pancakes and serving to them, I went to mix up a little more to make mine...and I realized there were some maggots in the dry mix.

They were pretty much done eating, and telling me how good they were...I decided that ignorance was better than telling them. Taking that one to my grave.

My sex drive is waaaaaaaay higher than his. I want it 3 to 4 times a day, and he only really wants it 3 to 4 times a month (related to meds and mental health). He knows I'm always down when he is, but he will never know how often I have to take care of myself, and it's mostly caused by him being so God dang sexy all the time lol

How we really met…

He thinks a mutual friend decided to play matchmaker, which is true, but not the full picture.

A friend of mine sent screenshots of my SOs dating app profile saying “I’ve just found your future husband” some light googling led me to discover we shared a mutual friend, I spoke to him and he played matchmaker.

6 years later, I’m never telling him that I basically stalked him first…

That your mum, contrary to what I’ve said before, is truly a boring idiot.

Edit: I did not expect anyone to upvote this. Hopefully, the wife did not learn to use Reddit in the past few hours.

They didn't forget to buy them at the grocery store.

I, in fact, at 2 am. Ate the entire package of oreos.

That I left the Nintendo Switch you gifted me on a bus. The Switch that you see me using is a replacement that I bought on ebay.

That I chipped our wonderful granite quartz counter (that he picked out) and filled it with white putty. I will take this to my grave.