I was a strawberry blond for most of my life, but about 12 years ago my hair (my best feature by far) started to look duller no matter what treatments I used - up until that point I had hardly ever used any treatments on my hair, except for special occassions.
Then my MiL had a large 'significant' birthday party, and at that another old lady came and crouched down beside me and asked me what had happened to my glorious golden red hair! To be honest up until that point it hadn't struck me how dull my hair had become - I had quite a few unenviable things happening in my life at that time - I have no idea whether I said anything at all, or just stared at her with my mouth fallen open. I don't think that anyone else heard her, and I didn't recognise her. My DMiL had about 40 of her friends there that I didn't recognise, so I didn't even know if we had met before - presumably we had as she knew about my hair colour? After the party I told my husband that I was going to start colouring my hair, and why. He was absolutely furious with that woman, and told me my hair was still beautiful - it wasn't.
So for about 5 or 6 years I - my DH - coloured my hair, usually trying to make it as close to my original colour as possible, although I once went for a bright artificial red just for fun! Unfortunately, after 5 or 6 years, my disability had become so bad that I could no longer wait comfortably in my wherlchair for the length of time it took my husband to colour my hair. (When the old lady "crouched"down beside me at my DMiL's party all those years ago, it was because I was in a wheelchair, and as I didn't use to be confined to a wheelchair when I was younger, I'm a bit surprised that she didn't ask me why I no longer stood up, as my clothes hang so much nicer off me when I am standing). Actually, since being in a wheelchair I have put on a lot of weight, so I suppose that I'm lucky she didn't question me about that as well 🤭
After all of my artificially coloured hair had grown out, my DH knew I was still very unhappy with it, mainly because of it's muted colour, caused by having even more grey hairs. My DH got annoyed with that old lady again, but as neither of us knew who she was, he luckily couldn't go and have a moan at her.
Of course as I said, more of my grey hair had come in by then, but very slowly, so it was still making my hair look very unattractive. As I couldn't face having it coloured anymore I just had to put up with it (frankly my other worries far outweigh/ed the niggle with my hair). So now, today, after about another six years of my dull grey hair mixing in with my still browny red hair, my husband washed it for me, and when it dried out I found that I now have a lovely streak of bright silver hair 😁 If it all goes like that (sooner rather than later please) I will be a "very happy with my hair colour", old lady.
My DH has never made me feel bad about my hair colour or my weight, in fact he has always tried to make me feel better about myself. By the way, it is very rare for me to bring up anything about my looks, maybe once every few years if something triggers it.
@Orestesa If your DH is normally loving and supportive he will not mind at all about your hair colour when you are both older. If he already isn't a nice person, then you will hopefully not still be with him when your hair goes grey - in fact the colour change will probably be a lot slower if the stress caused by living with him is removed! I read some time ago that when people go grey overnight, it is usually because a severe shock has made all their older hair (and therefore still it's original colour) fall out, leaving them only with their new, stronger, grey hair - but of course that might be a total myth! I'm trying to send you lots of warm and positive energy OP 🥰