DP moved the last of his stuff in today....

[KentMum2008]

One final box that had been in his mum's spare room for donkeys years. It contained a lava lamp. He has put it on his bedside table, in our previously beautiful, immaculate, un-tainted by 90's shit, nautical-style bedroom. Also in the box was a special edition DVD of Highlander, a tartan cummerbund that doesn't fit around his dad bod anymore and more than 50 beer mats from various dives pubs around the country. AIBU to ask what bizarre/horrific/inexplicable shit stuff your DP brought when he moved in?

I can't get over the horses head

About 50 box fresh collectible "cars of yesteryear" - valued at about £0.60 each.

Action man jeep. No action man.

Boys scouts uniform (age 11-12). Still with toggle.

Weights. (Never seen him lift them)

We've lived together for 25 yrs 😂

Well now I feel bad. We're packing to move so I suggested that DP downsize his football shirts. 2 hours later we're down to maybe 70. I threw a wobbly about paying to move stuff from the back of the wardrobe to the back of the wardrobe at the new house.

I see it could have been worse. No way a lava lamp would get space on my moving van.

Tell me about the Head??

We have a specially constructed two storey garage to house his motorbikes and cars (4 of the first and two of the latter) which have never been used. After 22 years.

The Guiness mirror was indeed hung on the wall, thankfully in the spare bedroom. 30 years of marriage and several house moves on, it is now relegated to a stack of crap in the spare room wardrobe. Be warned, that lava lamp is yours now 😱

Collection of glass eyes. Yeah I've won.

A shisha water pipe I think it's called? It's about 3ft tall and you put flavoured tobacco in the top, water in the bottom and burn coal to heat it up. 10 years and 3 house moves it's followed us, we used it precisely once because I wanted to know how it works. Will he get rid of it though?

Also (this is probably outing) a boat that fits in a bag. Supposedly water worthy but he's 18 stone and can't swim so I don't think it's ever actually been out of the massive bag.

My dream is to move somewhere with a man cave at the end of the garden where I don't have to look at all his shit.

A never used drum kit. Apparently he plays' All the time'!

One of my friends, her fiance used to rave about how gorgeous her house was and what amazing taste she had (she does). So obviously when he moved in, he demanded that her large, beautiful Piero della Francesca print over the mantelpiece should be replaced by.... his framed poster of Ayrton Senna.

They did not get married in the end.

My DH has a proper ugly digeredoo which he props up in the corner of my cottage-style sitting room. The room is pretty and classic and cosy and there's this 5 foot monstrosity...a relic from the 90s again. He also has a set of bastard bongos by the original fireplace.

When I moaned he complained he had no say in decor...NO! You don't DH because you think didges are decor!

Longji my DH is currently fitting out a man cave! Only problem is...he thinks the original 1950s cabinet I found and have been storing there is now his! For all his man crap!

NO! That's going in the kitchen!

Oh god - bloody bongos here too! Wtf are you meant to do with all this shit?

-Wires.. Cables.. Hundreds of them.
-Bits of cars that he thought he could store in the wardrobe, he was genuinely surprised when I told him to get them out.
-Lots of weightlifting equipment, I've never once in 5 years seen him use them.

A silver plated spread winged eagle mounted on plastic wood. Now disappeared.
A ton of hifi and accompanying cables. Still here but cables better hidden
Framed beer mirror thing. Now gone

What are they like? When my DH deposits his various crap around the house I eventually gather it up in a box or a bag & return it to his man cave.
Always results in "where is my xyz?". Every time he just bins the bag / box without even looking in it first... Then blames me!

Looks at large collections of yarn, fabric, books and Lego, compares with shed full of cycling crap, LPs and DIY tools never used. We're about even. Walks away from thread, whistling.

Oh and two speakers the size of elephants...20 years old but he couldn't part with them because "memories"....They went in a skip.

Unused handbags.
Never worn shoes.
A frankly incredible array of tupperware type storage boxes. Only 2 of which are ever used.
2 spice racks from which three spices are used.

3 Bibles.

In this house I'm afraid it's me that has boxes and boxes of shite keepsakes and treasures, not DH.

Until very recently I had a box containing every birthday card I had ever received since the age of 5 and all the cards my mum and dad received when I was born (I'm 33 now so that's a lot of cards). I cleared out most of them a few moths back and have kept only a few sentimental ones.

I know there is another box somewhere that contains notebooks full of my shite teenage poetry, notebooks with the lyrics of my favourite songs painstaking written in my neatest handwriting and decorated with sketches of skulls and spiders, ticket stubs form all the concerts I attended, all my school report cards. I also have my original Nintendo complete with box (even though it's so old it's incompatible with every TV). What else..... oh yes my extensive collection of promo alcohol t shirts I never wear - generally about 4 sizes too large.

I won't even get into all DD's baby things I have stored in the attic (she will be 8 this year).

I can't help it. I get attatched to stuff because the memories they bring make me happy but I am getting better at letting things go - honest.

I'm the (hoarder) collector but I get away with it because I use the whole house and he only has the sheds and man cave. Plus my stuff is collectibles and curios, whereas his is fishing rods, tools, traps, guns, boots and waste paper.

More about the horse head!

A dressing gown that makes him look like Noel Coward (it's actually called Noely- it's that full of "character" it actually has a fucking name )
A collection of expensive plates porcelain of which he is immensely proud.
A foxes head- he also has a name (Charlie obviously) and he now has a Father Christmas hat, a scarf, DS's old Scout scarf and a rather rakish bandana so he's equipped for every season

A lava lamp. I dropped it when we moved.

A selection of sleeveless jumpers, binned

Six million football trophies.

18 boxes of books from when he was a born again Christian, between the ages of 16-23. He is now 47 and hasn't been a BAC for 24 years..

All manner of tourist tat from his worldly travels, including a three legged Malaysian drum coated in goat hair. I thought I'd seen the back of it when one of the legs broke off. Nope. He superglued it back on. Inevitably the toddler broke it again. Suggested it may have been a sign from above that the thing needed to go to drum heaven. DH having none of it. For the next 8 months the leg was attached with a rubber band. Then it got knocked over by the vacuum cleaner and broke again. Binned, you say? Nope. He drilled a hole and stuck a screw in. Toddler by now a fairly hefty small child with zero grace, partial to playing musical instruments with vigor. Not my fault she was drawn to the goat hair drum. Of course the screw broke. DH finally agreed that the drum's time was up. Put drum in bin. You can guess what happened next. Yup, toddler took it out and refused to let me throw it away. Toddler is now 5yo and plays the bloody thing at least once a week. 🙄

I like lava lamps!

This house we have 'his' room and 'my' room so I can avoid his crap and he can ignore all my very useful things 😉