I bought new bath towels because ours had reached the texture of old roofing material.
Two days later, they vanished.
I found them folded in the top of my husband’s closet. He said he was saving them for guests because the kids would ruin them.
We have guests maybe twice a year. Meanwhile, I am drying myself with a towel that has one absorbent corner and a bleach stain shaped like Florida.
I bought the towels. I live here. I would like to experience them before a distant cousin does.
Is saving the good towels normal, or has my house become a tiny hotel where the residents get the damaged linens?
I also hide towels. I call it resource protection.
Hiding the good towels is betrayal with a thread count.
Marriage is mostly two people disagreeing about which towel is too good to use.
Good towels are not for muddy dogs, cars or mystery spills.
I bought white towels once and learned nothing.
My husband uses decorative towels like shop rags.
This marriage needs towel boundaries immediately.
The cheap towels are right there, sir.
He hid them because he knows what he did.
If he cannot respect the good towels, he cannot know where they live.