More things women don't tell men
"I don't want to kiss you because you have bad breath. I'm not your mother, but if that's what you need then move back home. No wonder your mother forced you to move out. Size does matter. Could you please take me to any restaurant that doesn't have the words 'burger,' 'king' or 'happy meal' in their advertising? Could you prove to me you're not velcroed to the couch and actually have the motor skills to take me to a movie? Something without Pamela Anderson in it? Why are you buying more power tools? The only tool that gets used in the garage is you and that doesn't even work right!"
--Leah Thom, age 28
"One of my favourite phrases comes from the movie Moonstruck, as Cher reaches a melting point with Nicolas Cage's moody yet passionate character and shouts out, 'Snap out of it!' In reflecting on past relationships, it doesn't matter who 'he' was, there were many occasions where 'he' may have bounced back from a melancholy moment through hearing those words at the top of my lungs. If anything, it may have shed some humour on the situation at hand."
--Karen Jones, 41
"I'd love to be able to tell my husband how much money I spend. I spend more than he'd like, more than I'd like. We have a joint bank account and I always cover my part of the expenses, but we each also have our own money that we control and credit cards in our own names. We decided on that when we got married a few years ago and it works well for us. Except that my credit card balance has been creeping up and up since then. I'm not in any danger of having to declare bankruptcy, but I know my husband would be surprised that I let it get this out of hand (that I buy so many lattes and shoes that I owe more than $6,000 to MasterCard), and disappointed, too. I have nightmares that he'll find out somehow, even though I know he'd never open my mail. It feels kind of like I'm living a lie and it would be nice to get that off my chest, but I can't risk it."
--Tova Faith, 34
"What I really don't want to tell my husband, Niall, is how much we women dish details and complain (often about our men) when we're together. When I get together with my gal pals for dinner, everything spills out! And let me say, nothing (and I mean nothing!) is off-limits! I'm afraid he would never recover from the shock!"
--Helen Racanelli, 29
* Some names have been changed to protect the identities of the innocent.
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