“My Wife Makes Fun Of Me”: 49 Things Men Are Afraid To Admit Because They’ll Be Judged Hard

I adopted a cat a few weeks ago. I love this thing more than anything. I was starting to think I’m just a rock, incapable of having emotional stake in anything anymore…..but this lil guy is changing my life. I love him, and I would do anything for him. He’s currently lying on my neck as I type this.

I don't have a desire to advance on the career ladder, to have a prestigious job and a six-figure income (or whatever is the European equivalent to that).

I just want an easygoing life. Just being able to enjoy the people and things that matter to me and do a job that gives me joy and purpose.

I recently loss my wife to a horrible disease. I learned that nobody in my life was prepared or willing to see me cry. Literally not one person can sit with me in my grief. When I cry, they back away like I’m doing something perverted or shameful. It’s made the loss much, much worse.

I hate sports. I work in health care and I hate all the stupid sports injuries that set kids up for life times of pain and problems. I hate how it pulls money from actual important parts of education. I’m not anti exercise but I’m anti sport. I hate how sports gets more publicity than half the other issues in our society. I hate how it’s the “only way out” for to many people. I hate that a stupid ball is more important than a book.

That I have zero desire to have kids. The whole parental instinct thing is something that I've never felt.

That sometimes I’m not “fine” at all, I’m just scared that if I say I’m lonely, overwhelmed, or touch starved people will see me as weak or needy and pull away. A lot of us just want a hug, a genuine “are you okay?” and space to be vulnerable without it becoming a joke or a reason to respect us less.

I love kids but not in a creepy way. My neighbor was the house for all the kids during covid and I loved hearing them play outside every day. All my friends know that I'm a great babysitter (except for the part where we have ice cream for dinner). My genetics and job make it so I shouldn't have my own kids, so I just spoil my friends' kids with loud toys and sugar.

Here's a lighthearted one.

I loathe the fact that playgrounds are socially acceptable only for children. Why can't I, a grown man, just chill on the swings or monkey bars for an afternoon?

Someone should make adult-only playgrounds a thing!

I have a physically disabled 10 year old daughter. Mentally as sharp as a tack. I have 2 other children as well. I've had some serious caregiver burnout here lately and there are days where I just go through the motions. Other days, I just don't want to do it. I feel bad too because the way we connect is through physically caring for her and I don't take much time out to be her dad. I'd never stop doing it, but I'm worn out dudes. And my other kids deserve my love as well. IDK if I believe in God, but if he exists... he's kind of a [jerk].

It hurts when women assume I mean them harm.

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It makes me feel sad in a kind of powerless way. I am one of only 2 (remaining) men in 4 generations of my family so most of my social circle consists of women. I see how men's behaviours influence every aspect of their lives. I wish I could do more to make other men see women the way they are, as people: equal, strong, with a full and equal personality and sensible, developed brain and everything that comes with it. It is painfully clear that too many men don't see them that way, otherwise they wouldn't act the way they do. But I still feel sad when other women act towards me in the way they need to if they don't know me. 

I've been so damaged from military service/private security work AND just relationship betrayal, that I sincerely think I have a place on the spectrum of psychopathy.

My emotions when alone are non existent, I've seen so much and lost so many connections that I legitimately don't care about anyone or myself anymore. I'm only pretending to have emotions.

I'm not trying to sound cool, I'm seeking help as of earlier this year with both psychologist and psychiatrist.

I'm a teacher. People hate teachers. Worse, I'm a man that teaches kindergarten. That automatically gets me the side eye.

I own a women’s sweater and three women’s T-shirts. They are comfortable as hell, especially the sweater. Got them because the options in the men’s section were ugly as hell and the items I got are not feminine looking, they could pass and pass for unisex.

I hate most men.

I grew up with a total softie of a stay-at-home father, and I am forever grateful for it. It sickens me to see so many objectively bad men pumping out kids and gleefully passing their own trauma down generation after generation after generation. They are the poison of the world, and they've built it up so they're rewarded for it.

I like wearing female clothes and wearing make up, and generally pressing “feminine” but I am not a woman, or trans. I’m essentially a reverse tomboy. I have no desire to transition, I’m in a loving marriage with a wife and two kids. I absolutely do NOT associate with LGBTQ+ or “drag queens” and I’m not a feminine man by any means. I do judo, i shoot guns, I’ve been to Afghanistan with the marine corps. I am a god fearing Christian.

I just like the idea of being pretty, in the way you look at a sunset or a painting and go “oh that’s pretty!” And not in the way you go “she’s pretty because she’s a woman”.

I love Anne of green gables, pride and prejudice (the bbc miniseries with Colin firth is the best), kdramas, and so forth. 

I hate watching sports. 

That I love my wife. The amount of weird looks I get from people after a group [complain]-fest about their partners, after I have nothing negative to say about my wife, is astonishing. It feels like the norm is, “that ol’ ball ‘n’ chain at home makes my life hell, she doesn’t cook, clean, and I never [get laid] anymore!” Hate my wife jokes and all that never made sense to me. Like, do people ACTUALLY not like their partners/spouses?

I recently found out my job will be ending in January. I need to move on and find new employment but I just feel paralyzed. My wife keeps telling me to "be a man" and it destroys me every time.

Probably that I cry a lot. I live by myself and most times when I watch a movie, I’ll cry if something resonates with me. Even a little. I don’t even know why, tbh. Sometimes I’ll lay in bed and tears will come.

No idea what my damage is, but I certainly don’t want people I know knowing that I am a mess.

I don't want to work.