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The books were still on the shelf. Not displayed, not curated just there, pressed between newer titles. In the basement, two chests held photographs, tapes, a record collection. A former life, stored but not erased.
This isn’t really a story about nostalgia. It’s about what remains visible or simply present when a marriage ends because someone died, not because someone left. Memory can sit quietly for years. It can also feel intrusive to the person standing next to it.
She tried to lower its profile. No anniversaries. No ring. No casual references at dinner. One day a year with his family her family remembering someone who once filled the room.
He wanted the evidence gone.
Some conflicts arrive disguised as discomfort and then keep widening. What counts as reassurance, and who gets to define it, is where this one begins to strain.
A woman remarries several years after being widowed and carries with her a contained connection to her late husband: stored mementos, continued closeness with his relatives, and an annual birthday gathering that has shifted from grief into something steadier. Her current husband experiences this not as history, but as competition.
The dispute does not hinge on public mourning or overt comparison. She has already scaled back visible rituals. The friction gathers around what the remaining objects signify. He asks her to discard them. When she refuses, the argument expands. It moves from books and storage chests to questions about love, from discomfort to accusation, from negotiation to ultimatums.
When she arranges to move the items elsewhere and insists on counseling, the situation escalates physically and emotionally. The focus shifts: no longer simply about remembrance, but about whether certain attachments are permitted to endure inside a new marriage. The separation that follows feels less like a sudden rupture and more like a line that had been tightening for some time.
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AITA for remembering my late husband fondly by keeping mementos from our marriage and still celebrating his birthday?
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I am not The OOP, OOP is u/throwaway9562357
AITA for remembering my late husband fondly by keeping mementos from our marriage and still celebrating his birthday?
Originally posted to r/AmItheAsshole
TRIGGER WARNING: Death of a loved one, controlling behavior
MOOD SPOILER: scary and concerning
Original Post May 23, 2020
Throwaway with fake names.
My(35F) first husband John died very suddenly 6 years ago. We were together for 8 and happily married for 4. We never had children.
3 years after his death, I met my current husband, Ned, and we hit it off immediately. We got married last year, and everything has been great, save for one recurring argument. Ned hates that I still have sentimental items from my first marriage. I’ve tried to be sensitive to his feelings because I don’t want him to think that I settled for him because John died. I don’t want to make him feel like I want him to compete, or that I’m measuring his worth using John as a yardstick.
Ever since the first time he expressed his discomfort with this, I do not bring John up to him, and I keep the things out of sight.
I keep my wedding photos, other photos, wedding tape, home videos, gifts from John, and his old record collection in two large chests in the basement. The rest of his things I gave away to his brother and nephews. I have looked at them maybe thrice in the last 2 years, and usually at his family’s request. I don’t want to throw them out or give them away because they signify an important part of my life, even if I’m in love with another man now.
I am still very close with John’s family. Every year, on John’s birthday, we have a family reunion where we remember him. We eat, drink, tell funny stories, laugh at his most unflattering photos, watch home videos- including mine, play his favourite songs and generally have a good time. It hasn’t been a sad affair for at least 3 years now. John’s family are very welcoming, and have expressed interest in meeting Ned. He declined because he felt uncomfortable. I understand why, but they are also my family. He doesn’t want to attend family events like the reunion, birthdays or weddings and I never force him, even though it does hurt my feelings that he wants to shut out my whole family.
Yesterday, he found some old books of John’s that I’d forgotten to remove from our library and accused me of leaving them there to spite him instead of putting them in the basement, said that I don’t love him and that he knows I wish John were still alive. I told him that I do love him, and that he was being unfair because I can’t very well say “I’m glad he’s dead”. He told me that if I want to prove that I love him, I should throw out all my mementos because John and I never had kids to pass them on to, and that I can go to family things except the birthday celebration. I have tried to explain that I can’t simply forget 8 years of my life, and that it’s unfair for him to expect me to say that I’m glad I was widowed, but he refuses to speak to me until I do what he wants. I’m extremely hurt and I feel like I’m not being unreasonable but now I’m wondering if maybe I am the asshole.
TLDR; My(35F) husband (39M) is upset because I kept some sentimental items from my marriage to my first husband who died. He wants me to throw out all the items but I don’t. AITA?
VERDICT: NOT THE ASSHOLE
RELEVANT COMMENTS
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D. I. V. O. R. C. E. He is being manipulative bordering on gaslighting if I have the term right. Run. This is so beyond wrong. NTA. Giant NTA
OOP
I can understand how this all screams red flags, and it will probably make me sound super naive if I try to defend his behaviour by emphasizing his gentler traits so I won’t. I just want to try to fix it first is all
I’ll definitely have to ask myself if I’m okay with giving in for his sake or consider divorce if he refuses to compromise or go to couples therapy. I hope this doesn’t make me come across as weak because I just want to give us a fair shot at being happy together. Thank you for your perspective nonetheless
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CarpeCyprinidae
NTA. Oh FFS. I’m in Ned’s position. My wife was married before. Her husband died. 4 years later I met her, 2 years after that we were married. Some guy my age is no longer in the world and thats how I got to be married. For me to be jealous of a dead guy would be pathetic as well as pointless. It’s not like he’s competing with me for her affection. Ned is a dickhead
OOP
Thank you so much for this. I was genuinely beginning to feel like there was something I wasn’t getting and I’m so tired of explaining the same thing over and over again. I’ve told him the exact thing that I’m not comparing them or making him compete with a dead man and I don’t know how else to explain this to him.
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FloPrag
NTA. Please do NOT give in to his demands and throw away your memories. You’ll regret it immensely
OOP
I’m so sure I’ll regret it if I do. I’m now thinking of maybe taking the chests down to John’s parents’ house and storing them there. I know they would be willing to take care of them for me. I just don’t want to look like a pushover if I’ve not done anything wrong and I’m starting to feel like I’m the one always making compromises
Update 1 posted Next Day – May 24, 2020/Same post
UPDATE: Sorry it’s so long.
Thank you for all your comments. I appreciate all the resources, advice and awards. I didn’t expect this much feedback but I’ll do my best to read through everything. Also, thanks to everyone who suggested Emily Yoffe’s article. You’ve all given me some much-needed perspective, and I see now that I wasn’t taking it seriously enough. I never thought he would try to tamper with my things, but I also didn’t think he would ever behave like this when I married him. I would like to clear up a few things first.
I’ve had a few hostile comments and DMs saying that I’ve been trying to make him uncomfortable by asking him to family things, forced my idea of normal on Ned, and even “forced him to be in a polyamorous relationship with a ghost”. I don’t see how because I changed my name, go out of my way to not mention or do anything related to John, save for the one day a year when we have the reunion. I even used to celebrate mine and John’s anniversaries and wore his ring, but I stopped doing that before Ned and I met. I don’t even mention the traditions we had out of respect. I do miss him sometimes, but I’m not pining and I don’t verbalize it except to my therapist. Therapy helped me immensely here, and I’m working my hardest.
I didn’t try to make Ned come to the birthday reunions with me. I only suggested the reunion after he accused me of spending it pining for John. I wanted him to see that that’s not true. I did ask him to come to John’s brother’s wedding with me, and my nephews’ birthday and he said no both times, citing the same reasons.
My therapist helped me frame some points to tell Ned that we need couple’s therapy. John’s brother, Tom, came over and helped me move my stuff so he could take them to his parents’ storage tomorrow. Ned finally came out of the den and lost his mind when I told him that therapy is non negotiable. He tried to stop us from moving the stuff a few times, accused me of violating his trust by asking for help, and that Tom and my relationship is inappropriate because we’re not related anymore. He claims he asked me to get rid of the stuff in the chests, but that the actual chests belong to us both, that I have no right to take them away; that I’m being manipulative by not trusting him with my stuff. He didn’t give me an answer regarding therapy. Honestly I just let Tom do most of the shielding at that point because I am tired of repeating the same thing and I felt so spent that I just couldn’t find it in me to shout over him to be heard.
I was able to get some things together and now I’m currently at Tom’s. I’m so grateful to him and his wife for breaking quarantine for me. Now I’m just trying to manage my anxiety, at least until I can talk to my therapist again. I know everyone wants me to say I’m definitely going to divorce him, but I need a moment to collect and process. I promise I’m thinking about how to take care of myself, and keeping separation and divorce in mind. I went from being giddy with love to being frustrated but hopeful this morning to considering divorce in the evening. He’s blowing up all our phones now but I’m very tired and I just want to sleep.
TLDR: Took my things, left
Update 2 posted May 24, 2020
UPDATE 2: A few people have contacted me to let me know that my post is being shared on social media, and that a relationship website has written a story on it. I’m a little disappointed but honestly it’s not the worst thing to happen these past few days. I’m mentally preparing for the possibility that it will get back to Ned and likely cause more tension. Just updating to let everyone know that I’m aware, so no need to DM me the links. Thanks again.
Update 3 posted May 31, 2020 – 1 week later/Same Post
UPDATE 3: This thread has long grown cold but I guess I want to write this down at least to hold me accountable to my decision.
I spoke to Ned a few hours ago for the first time since I left the house. He was very angry and lashing out. Initially I planned on having a face-to-face but give the content of his messages to myself and my family when I left, I chose to do so over Zoom. I didn’t want to ask anyone else to “chaperone” because I’m honestly still embarrassed by the events earlier this week.
There was a lot of alternation between crying, yelling and begging and somehow he eventually agreed to try marriage counselling and individual therapy. I explained to him that I don’t ever expect him to spend time with my family if he doesn’t want to, but would he be willing to accept that they are my family, even if we share no blood or existing relationship by marriage. I explained that I have known them since I was barely 18- before there was even a “John-and-I”, and that they have been my people for a decade and a half. I explained that I would happily try to foster the same relationship with his siblings, were he to ever get back on speaking terms with them. This he refused to budge on. He said he will never be okay with my relationship with my family, and that he will not refer to them as such because what I was apparently describing was close friendships.
I won’t bore you with other details because after that answer, I don’t know who or what I’m even fighting to hold on to. I’m slowly accepting the fact that I will be putting away more wedding photos soon. I can’t believe it hasn’t even been a year.
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At first, it looks like a familiar dynamic: a living partner unsettled by the presence of a deceased one. But the details resist that simplification. The mementos are boxed away. She rarely opens them. The ring is gone. The birthday gathering is described as laughter, old stories, music.
His discomfort, in isolation, is not incomprehensible. Loving someone who has loved deeply before and lost introduces a history that never chose to end. There is no mutual decision, no fading of feeling. The earlier marriage exists in a kind of suspended clarity.
Then the tone shifts.
He finds books she forgot to move. He accuses her of leaving them out to spite him. He asks her to throw everything away to prove she loves him. He says she can attend family events but not the birthday. When her brother-in-law arrives to help carry the chests out of the basement, he tries to block them. He says the chests belong to both of them. He says she is being manipulative by not trusting him with her belongings.
The scene is specific. Raised voices. Hands on the edge of a chest. Someone standing between two people.
No one pauses long enough to soften it.
Only later does the larger pattern come into focus. The request is not merely for discretion; it is for erasure. Not just of objects, but of language. He refuses to call her former in-laws “family.” He redraws the boundaries of who counts.
There is fear beneath his position. There is also something firmer an insistence that love must be demonstrated by subtraction. Whether that insistence grows from insecurity or something less flexible remains unclear.
On the Zoom call, he alternates between crying, yelling, begging. The screen flickers; voices overlap.
The unresolved question lingers: is devotion measured by what we carry forward, or by what we agree to dismantle? And how much dismantling is enough.
