When we started dating, my husband said romantic movies were unrealistic nonsense. I wanted him to think I was cool, so I agreed. For 12 years I maintained this ridiculous personality trait and watched my favorite films only when he was away.
Last year he came home early and caught me crying over one. He stared at me and said, "I love these movies too. I thought you hated them." Apparently both of us had been pretending for over a decade because of one stupid conversation in our twenties. Marriage is sometimes just two idiots protecting lies nobody asked for.