Four married men decided to spend a day fishing together. As they cast their lines, the conversation naturally turned to the sacrifices they had made to be there.
The first man spoke up, saying, “You guys have no idea what I had to do to make it today. On Saturday, I promised my wife I’d paint the entire house.” The others nodded, sympathizing with the struggle of balancing plans with their spouses.
The second man chimed in, eager to top the first. “That’s nothing,” he said. “I promised my wife I’d build her a new deck by the pool. She’s been wanting it for years, so bringing her fishing was the only way to keep that promise.”
The third man wasn’t about to be outdone. “Both of you had it easy,” he declared. “I told my wife I’d completely remodel the kitchen for her! It’s a huge project, but I couldn’t miss this fishing trip with you guys.”
As the three continued their banter, they turned to the fourth man, who had remained silent. Curiosity got the better of them, and they asked, “So, what did you have to promise to be here?”
With a sly grin, the fourth man finally spoke. “Well,” he said, “I didn’t promise anything. I just set my alarm for 5:30, turned it off when it rang, gave my wife a little nudge, and asked, ‘Fishing or something else?’” Pausing for effect, he added, “She told me, ‘Put on a sweater.’”
The group erupted in laughter at his clever workaround. Sometimes, the simplest approach is the most effective.
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I Took My Fiancé to Visit My Parents — He Ran Out Screaming ‘I Can’t Believe It!’ in the Middle of the Night
I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, and we were supposed to get married next month. But during a visit to my parents, he discovered their secret lifestyle, causing him to question our relationship too.
I’ve been with my fiancé for six years, but we’ve known each other for nine. We were supposed to get married next month, but then everything changed the course of our wedding journey.
We went to visit my parents to introduce him to more of my extended family before the wedding. My parents offered to host us, and we’ve been staying in my old room for the sake of nostalgia.
My fiancé, Adam, wanted to stay at a hotel, but I thought it would be fun to just have him share my old room with me.
“I don’t see why staying in your childhood home is going to change anything,” Adam told me when we were packing for the trip.
“Because it’s going to be my last time with my parents under their roof before I become a married woman. It’s going to be a sentimental moment,” I replied.
“If it gets uncomfortable, I’m just going to check myself into a hotel,” he said casually.
Of course, I didn’t expect what would happen next.
We got to my parents’ home, and everyone was excited to see us. My mother and aunt had cooked up an elaborate meal for us, ready to just sit down at the table and get to know Adam better.
All through dinner, everything went as well as expected, and Adam happily enjoyed having the attention centered around him.
We spent the rest of the week at my grandmother’s house, trying to finish the family visit in the best spirits we could muster. My parents apologized to Adam, but it didn’t matter anymore.
It wasn’t about them. It was about the fact that their actions had triggered my fiancé. On the drive home, Adam and I decided that we wanted to stay together and see where life took us.
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