Shopping With Your Spouse/SO

The Spousal Equivalent does the grocery shopping, thank goodness, because I HATE grocery shopping.

As in every form in shopping, he's the get-in-and-get-out-as-fast-as-humanly-possible type and I truly mean it's an Olympic speed event.

Thus, it's a rare occasion when we go shopping together as I like to do a little "wandering" and look at the goods.
 

Neither of us likes grocery shopping, so we take turns as far as the regular weekly shopping goes.

'Big' shopping, like BJs, when we go to load the freezer with meats for the next 3 months, get the bulk tp, paper towels, laundry soap, etc, we go together.

Going monthly to Tractor Supply for the dog's food and treats, that's all me.

Any other shopping, she does on her own. I'm not about to stand there while she looks at every single shirt on the carousel.
 
grocery shopping=together
major appliances= together her choice all the way
clothing & household items = together but I find a place to sit & wait until she checks whatever it is she has to check.
We did do furniture shopping sometimes, but we were rather poor for many of our years together so we often bought 2nd hand. We’d see something in The Recycler, call to see if it was still available, and then go buy it.

It was tough to go furniture shopping with him because he is VERY PARTICULAR, oh so picky, about colors and styles. He also had champagne tastes on our beer budget, so he’d get frustrated that we could not afford the $2,000 sofa, or the $2,000 sectional was far too large for our living room. Or, impracticle because we had young kids and pets.

So, that would wear me out. Hours of looking with no buying. Nothing perfect enough for him. I still remember the off-white sofa we bought because he finally approved of that, and then my task was to keep it clean with young kids, their playmates, and pets.

That was all I needed in those days - one more thing to clean.

I always thought that once he became rich, and he is very rich, he’d finally be nicer to me and treat me decently. Nope. Whatever is lacking in that man’s soul, the money HAS NOT filled it!

I think that is why he still hates me because, like the Apostle Paul, I have learned to be content with very little. I think he HATES that about me and cannot comprehend it.
 

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My husband used to love shopping for things we didn't need in those charity shops. He'd come home with little statues, ashtrays, cheap jewellery
and anything that took his fancy. Needless to say, when he passed, I donated them all back to them.
 
I was blessed with a husband who loved to shop as much as I did. In fact, he often had to shop for his variety store. I did hate going over to New York City (Manhattan) with him though. We usually had to park in no parking zones and I'd have to wait in the car in case it had to be moved. I've driven to and in many cities in the east, including Harlem and Brooklyn, N.Y. but I hated driving in Manhattan. People have no regard for traffic lights and drivers tend to be rude and in a hurry.

We went to Costco at least once a month, maybe more and perused the offerings. We sometimes walked around the malls just to see what they had. Jersey is known for its malls. Nothing like shopping therapy!
 
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This is funny but true
 
sometimes I do but man, see going up and down all they aisles just for a browse. And if it's a grocery shop I sometimes go myself and that way not as much is spent cos I only buy what's on the message line.
 


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