First off, stop laughing, it was the 90's!
back story: 20, 4 months pregnant with dc2, feeling fat and awkward all the time. As a surprise, for my birthday, DH took me to get a make over and a glamour shot photo session.
What I didn't know before I agreed to this is that you can't choose what you wear, or how you look or anything.
End result: 4 billion pictures of me posing in feather boas and leather jackets. There may have been a long blue satin scarf. My hair was very big, and I couldn't move my face. Dh was absolutely thrilled with the results, as was I.
Dorky, but I felt pretty.
the issue: 15 years on, he still insists on displaying one portrait. A big one (16x20 in) placed right in the stairwell, going up to our only bathroom. This means everyone sees it. At this point, he feels he has compromised enough. He likes the pictures, has agreed to let go of the rest, but still wants one to display.
I have tried to put it in the bedroom, so he could still see it, but no, he thinks it should go in the stairwell with the other family pictures. He said he is very proud of how I looked, and would hate not to be able to see it in future years. He doesn't want to forget it.
I disagree.
I feel it was a loving gesture at the time, and i loved it, at the time. That time has moved on, a full long 15 years. It needs to go. Its embarrassing. It makes me look like a show off, or someone fixated on their past. I am quite content with where I'm at, and my/our life should reflect that, in public at least.
When I went and took it down anyhow, he was hurt.
I could tell, even though he tried to hide it. And not in a PA way either. I felt like shit, and put it back.
On most days, I don't notice it at all. But when someone goes upstairs for the first time, I want to run along saying"Lights are on the right, don't look at the picture!"
I'm sorry that was so long, but I hate a drip feed.
So, aibu?