My husband knows I’m traumatized by grippy socks, yet he keeps giving them to me
Nov. 2nd, 2025 12:31 amhttps://www.mercurynews.com/2025/11/01/asking-eric-thomas-traumatic-socks/
Dear Eric: My husband of more than 20 years gives me slipper socks with grippy soles. I hate them!
We live in a hot climate, so I have little use for them. They filled up my sock drawer and retraumatized me every time I touched them. I threw them away and they came back.
He gave me five more pairs at Christmas. They can’t be worn with shoes or out in public. They are synthetic so I cannot even use them to polish the furniture. I kept them for animal first aid.
I cannot be cool about these socks. They remind me of the horrible time I had in the hospital having emergency surgery. My husband couldn’t even manage to hug me or talk with me before my surgery.
I’m trying very hard to be graceful and grateful for any gift from my husband, but I want to throw these at him. He knows darn well I dislike them but has given them repeatedly to me. I have to use my good fabric shears to slice them up or he will “rescue them” from the garbage.
Is there a graceful way to handle the next installment of fluffy grippy socks? I tried to no avail telling him I get my grippy socks the old-fashioned way – at the hospital, in person!
– Sock Drawer Full
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Dear Eric: My husband of more than 20 years gives me slipper socks with grippy soles. I hate them!
We live in a hot climate, so I have little use for them. They filled up my sock drawer and retraumatized me every time I touched them. I threw them away and they came back.
He gave me five more pairs at Christmas. They can’t be worn with shoes or out in public. They are synthetic so I cannot even use them to polish the furniture. I kept them for animal first aid.
I cannot be cool about these socks. They remind me of the horrible time I had in the hospital having emergency surgery. My husband couldn’t even manage to hug me or talk with me before my surgery.
I’m trying very hard to be graceful and grateful for any gift from my husband, but I want to throw these at him. He knows darn well I dislike them but has given them repeatedly to me. I have to use my good fabric shears to slice them up or he will “rescue them” from the garbage.
Is there a graceful way to handle the next installment of fluffy grippy socks? I tried to no avail telling him I get my grippy socks the old-fashioned way – at the hospital, in person!
– Sock Drawer Full
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