The moment we go through his phone without asking is the moment we break the trust in our relationship. Instead of fretting and obsessing, we should discuss what's actually bothering us and come up with a solution like real adults. I actually found more reasons to adore him - and had a good gut check.Ĭhances are that when we feel the need to pore over our husbands' phones, it's because there's an underlying issue that's eating away at us. (Full disclosure: I asked first.) It wasn't so dark or so deep. Is that a mythical beast? No, honey, it's just Helvetica.Įxploring the dark, deep underbelly of my husband's phone ended up being far less painful than I expected. I never knew this app even existed, yet it explains so much, like how he'll interrupt our conversation to point out the font on a sign as if we've just stumbled across a unicorn. So instead of playing "Candy Crush" when he's bored, he brushes up on his serifs and san-serifs. Okay, I'm bragging, but he needs eagle eyes for typography in his line of work. My hubby is a very talented motion graphics designer. When it comes to games, the only one I found on his phone is - nerd alert - the Font Game. No matter how smart and mature our guys are, they will still always be guys. I guess it's not totally surprising to read him talking about the craze inspiring criminal activity then. So it would be like a sports fan who feels that tennis is too wimpy texting about the U.S. He only plays the Pokémon games that came out when we were kids because he doesn't like the new versions. You have to understand that my geeky guy is such an original gamer that he won't play Pokémon Go. I trust him, and he trusts me.Īnd then I found an even more shocking text: Nope, not about a woman but about Pokémon Go. Fortunately, maturity helped me realize that it was perfectly healthy for him to have platonic female friends. I used to be jealous of this girl, and - if we're honest here - all his female friends because I considered them competition. That said, it still stung because it reminded me of a period that I'm ashamed to admit out loud. So I wasn't exactly stunned to find a four-year-old text about buying a piece of costume jewelry for a pretty lady friend. My husband doesn't text much, and he's had the same phone for a million years. And "Gaga," well, that's "Grandma" in toddler-speak. He wanted to drive by his grandmother's childhood home, take a photo, and show her what the house looks like today. In addition to pages of "to do" lists was one marked "Gaga." Nope, he's not baby talking. The only lust I've uncovered is for cake and lemon bars. Now, he has an app that makes it easier for him to do just that. Sure, he'll also make sugary treats for friends and family, but that's mainly an excuse for him to pig out on his favorite sweets the moment he gets his own plate. My husband has such a sweet tooth that he will bake desserts for himself. There were several gems there, including a baking app - that he actually uses.
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