Ex-husband was 10 years older than me and we had been married a year or two at this point. He was incompetent emotionally, financially, socially and sexually - but I was really in love and REALLY stupid and really young when we first met. I always loved the beat puppy types. I had gotten into a nice career after college and had enough money to bail him and his brother out of a house they owned that was $12k underwater, and still put a downpayment on a new house we could own together. The fact he (31) and his brother (37) let his 22 year old wife do this at all was pretty assholey, but I digress.

We were putting the house on the market, and I gave the whole place a facelift on my own dime. We picked out a new leather to bring home because the desk chair he owned that looked ten thousand cats had made that chair their bitch. For a few weeks that new chair sat in the garage which puzzled me. One Saturday afternoon before our first showing, I asked him if he wanted me to remove his old chair, and what he wanted me to do with it, so that we could assemble the leather one I had bought.

He stopped what he was doing and started to stammer like he wasn't sure what to say to me. I was kinda like, "Okay, this was an easy question - what's the deal? Are you upset I'm replacing your office chair?" He proceeded to tell me that he noticed on the chair there was a weight limit, and that if we put it up by his computer (which I never used) that I would not be able to sit at it because I was too fat and would probably break it.

We divorced for other reasons a year or two later, but I think that was the first time my bubble had gotten popped on that relationship.

TLDR: Bought my husband an office desk chair he wanted, he informed me I couldn't sit on it because I was too fat.