Me F/35 fiancé M/37 He wasn’t always like this. We have been together for 5 years. I don’t know if i can marry him! I feel I am losing my mind. Need advice
Our apartment smells like a haunted apothecary. Every. Single. Day. There’s a scent schedule. Not a vibe—an actual, color-coded spreadsheet. “Citrus sunrise” in the kitchen from 6–10am. “Woodland grief” in the hallway. The bathroom smells like eucalyptus had a breakdown.
He blew our grocery budget on something called Whispering Birch Mist. He said, “We don’t need eggs, we need ambiance.”
He said “Dream Cabin” improves REM sleep. I woke up coughing in the woods.
He spent our wedding DJ money on a candle called Midnight Saffron Tempest. I said “WHY?” He said, “It smells like emotional depth.”
We have no groceries. There are SIX PUMPKIN SPICE CANDLES IN THE FRIDGE. WHERE THE MILK SHOULD BE.
He whispers to them. Names them. I caught him sniffing one called First Kiss on a Snowy Bridge and saying “this one smells like your laugh.”
What can i do about this? I tried talking to hjm.
I haven’t smelled oxygen in 3 weeks. Just layers of trauma and bergamot.
Please. Send help. Send Febreze. Send fire.
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He’s crazy
he’s actually burning these? tell him you are worried about a fire. he could be making candles with essential oils and getting to know his scent palette. Your wedding DJ money? on one candle? tell him that 2004 called and wants their room scents back. All those synthetics can have endocrine-disrupting chemicals, you might actually be fucking up your fertility
A name for that condition will be made up in 3, 2, 1 …
This might be my favorite Reddit post ever. I’m not sure if this post is completely satirical or not, but I don’t care.
He’s an Aromosexual.
No accounting for coo-coo🤪
Lol funny but not real . Too much emo over a candle
Sounds like an episode from My Strange Addiction. Seriously
Retired firefighter. Candles are the most dangerous thing to any home or situation you are in. If he’s burning that many its a danger to you. Need to talk to a family member or someone now.
This is surely satire, Right?
Uhh…wow!
I hate the smell of scented candles, and my husband loves them. But he only likes them when I’m not in the room.
Sounds like you both need to start seeing other Men.