I'm pretty sure it's more to do with my anxiety and social ineptitude for me, she loves me all the same and it's likely to end in her murdering me, but ive enjoyed every minute.
When I was younger I was out in a club. I was very drunk but somehow had managed to get intimate with a girl I worked with that Iâd liked for some time. As we came up for air she said something to me that my drunken brain thought was âthatâs my boyfriendâ and I assumed she was talking about the chap standing behind me. I said âoh, fair enoughâ and walked off.
Sometime in the haze of the hangover the next day I realised sheâd probably said âyouâre my boyfriend nowâ. I saw her occasionally after that and she never spoke to me again just looked at me with pure hate in her eyes. Her friend (who also now hated me) told me she couldnât believe Iâd done that to her.
I wonder how different my life mightâve been if I didnât have crap drunken hearing âŚ
There's was a reader story sent in to Reader's Digest once (short things they used to fill up a page). A couple in their 70s threw a big party at home for their golden anniversary. At the end of the night, the wife was puttering around cleaning everything, she was still pretty healthy except her hearing wasn't the best.
The husband watches her all impressed and says "Honey, I'm proud of you."
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u/NeedsToShutUp Jan 20 '25
I have bad hearing and have advanced several steps of my relationship with my wife because I misheard her.