My husband will only wear band T-shirts. No word of exaggeration. He’s 39, not 19, and every weekend and evening, out come the Iron Maiden tees and festival hoodies.
We did meet at a metal gig as teenagers and back then I found him cool. Now it’s reached the point where I’m embarrassed to go out with him.
A few years ago I faked a ‘moth infestation’ – then he went to a ‘vintage’ warehouse and bought a load more, and I hadn’t the heart to tell him how silly he looks.
How do I get him to grow up and wear a pair of bloody chinos? – End of my tetherWhen we think of all the men we have tried to change, not to mention all the men we have tried to change for, we feel a little queasy.
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