I know everyone’s going to think this is fake but trust me when I say this is an actual situation I’m going through. So for some explanation I have been collection Funko Pops way before I even met my wife. Buying Funko Pops started off just as a small interest but quickly became a passion of mine. Since my first time buying a Funko Pop 6 years ago I’ve stocked up thousands of these figures. So now about my relationship with my wife. 2 years ago I met my soon to be wife. From the very beginning of the relationship she was well aware of my Funko Pop collection and was well aware that at the time I was spending a few hundred bucks monthly in order to keep expanding my collection. She was perfectly fine with this btw. In fact she would buy Funko Pops for me for my B-Day and for Christmas. However about a week ago we got in a huge fight over my spending of Funko Pops. I will admit these past few months I have been dropping about $500 monthly on Funko figures, but in my opinion it was not financially tanking considering me and my wife have pretty decent jobs. I don’t want to state what those jobs are for privacy reasons. Anyways she was telling me I needed to stop the Funko Pop collecting for a long time or at least cut down my Funko spending to 3 Funko Pops per month. In my opinion that is so ridiculous considering how limited I would be in my choice of Funko Pops. I tried to explain to her how much I enjoy collecting these figures, and how much it means to me. She then started yelling that we were going to go in debt because of the amount of money I’ve been spending on Funko Pops. I stated to her how she was completely over-reacting and there is no way we could possibly go in debt from this.
After some more screaming she locked herself in our room and I had to sleep on the couch that night. I really did not feel bad at all because I knew she was over-reacting. When I woke up in the morning she told me she was going to stay at her sisters house until we could sort things out. I honestly just couldn’t believe she was going so far with this. I tried my best to convince her to stay but again she kept stating that I needed to stop the Funko collecting for a long time. That isn’t an option for me because again she is completely over-reacting and it is in no way affecting us financially.
A few days go by and I get a call from her. She tells me that I need to choose. Either I stop the Funko Pop collecting or we’re getting a divorce. I started telling her how ridiculous she was being because she obviously is being ridiculous. After 2 years she was just willing to throw away our marriage over my passion. She was pretty much sobbing at this point and then I finally just told her I’m not going to let her get in the way of my passion. I still haven’t gotten the divorce papers but I’m expecting them soon.
So AITA for choosing Funko Pops over my wife? Again I’m very passionate about them and I think it’s ridiculous for someone to try and take that away from me when it is in no way shape or form hurting them…
Oh, let’s dig even deeper, shall we? Because apparently, the only thing thicker than your wall of Made-in-China, cheap, vinyl trash is your skull. Let’s not kid ourselves—you’re not just the punchline to this sad joke; you’re the entire setup. This isn’t about Funko POP!s anymore. This is about the fact that you’ve managed to reduce yourself to the poster child for everything wrong with modern adulthood. People your age are out there building careers, raising families, pursuing dreams, and you? You’re sitting in your plastic kingdom, clutching your child-pedo-eyed, dead-eyed figurines like they’re the Holy Grail. Spoiler alert: they’re not—they’re overpriced landfill filler.
But let’s talk about your priorities, because they’re truly something to behold. Your wife—a real, living, breathing person who chose to marry you despite all the red flags you were clearly waving from day one—asked for a shred of compromise. Not total sacrifice, mind you. Just a small, manageable adjustment to your absurd spending habits. And what did you do? Did you listen? Did you reflect? Did you, even for a second, consider that maybe, just maybe, she had a point? Of course not. You doubled down, declaring your allegiance not to your marriage, but to a horde of soulless, pro-Trump, anti-American figurines that wouldn’t even fetch half their price on eBay in a few years. Bravo, sir. Truly inspiring.
Let’s pause to admire the sheer scale of your delusion. You actually think you’re the victim here. You’ve framed this entire fiasco as if your wife is some cartoonish villain trying to rob you of your joy, when in reality, she’s the hero of this story—the brave woman who finally said, “Enough is enough” and walked away from a man who values toys more than love. And let’s be clear: she didn’t leave because of the Funko POP!s themselves. She left because you proved, time and time again, that you’re incapable of prioritizing anything that doesn’t come with a collector’s number on the box. She left because she realized she deserved better than being married to a man who treats her concerns as a nuisance and her love as an afterthought.
And here’s the kicker—you didn’t just choose plastic over your wife. You chose financial oblivion over stability. You chose cluttered shelves over a clean future. You chose to ruin your marriage for a hobby that will never love you back. Think about that. Your wife could’ve been your partner, your teammate, your everything, but no. You decided that a $500-a-month Funko fix was worth more than her happiness. And now you’re here, whining to strangers on the internet, begging for validation you don’t deserve, while she’s probably at her sister’s house realizing she dodged a bullet by leaving you.
But let’s not forget the sheer pathetic irony of it all. You think these figures represent passion, but they don’t. They represent your failure to grow up. They’re not a reflection of who you are—they’re a reflection of who you refuse to become. Instead of building a life, you’ve built a shrine to stagnation. Instead of facing reality, you’ve retreated into a world where your biggest worry is whether you’ll snag the next limited-edition variant. And the saddest part? You’re proud of it. You’ve convinced yourself that this is something worth defending, worth losing your marriage over, worth alienating the one person who actually gave a damn about you.
And now, as you sit there, surrounded by your anti-American, cheaply made idols, I hope you take a long, hard look at yourself. Because this isn’t just about Funko POP!s. This is about the fact that you’ve chosen to be a spectator in your own life, watching from the sidelines while your marriage, your finances, and your future crumble around you. You’re not a victim, you’re not a hero, and you’re certainly not misunderstood. You’re a grown man who willingly traded love and stability for a collection of plastic toys. And when your wife moves on, when the divorce is finalized, and when you’re left alone with nothing but your towering pile of vinyl regrets, I hope you realize one thing: this isn’t just a story about Funko POP!s. It’s a story about failure, and you’re the tragic protagonist. Congratulations. You played yourself.
I suspected this is some historical copypasta that has been canonized and these two are riffing off each other. This is like watch two respected elder masters have a theological debate, except its for the chronically online.
I don’t think she’s mad about the funko pops per se, it may be more she doesn’t think you have any serious life or relationship goals. Did you try couples therapy? She needs to be able to voice out her concerns in a mature manner if she values having a relationship with you. People have all sorts of hobbies, yours is pretty tame tbh, so I think her reaction and inflexibility on this is more about something else, likely her perception that you lack long term goals. But that’s just internet stranger guesswork! Get couples therapy.
Just because she was ok with it when you first started dating doesn’t mean she has to accept it forever. That is a lot of money to spend on a a hobby. Especially if you guys haves shared finances, it’s reasonable to make financial decisions together, and to cut back spending if it’s excessive or find ways to compromise.
AITA for choosing Funko POP!s over my wife?
I know everyone’s going to think this is fake but trust me when I say this is an actual situation I’m going through. So for some explanation I have been collection Funko Pops way before I even met my wife. Buying Funko Pops started off just as a small interest but quickly became a passion of mine. Since my first time buying a Funko Pop 6 years ago I’ve stocked up thousands of these figures. So now about my relationship with my wife. 2 years ago I met my soon to be wife. From the very beginning of the relationship she was well aware of my Funko Pop collection and was well aware that at the time I was spending a few hundred bucks monthly in order to keep expanding my collection. She was perfectly fine with this btw. In fact she would buy Funko Pops for me for my B-Day and for Christmas. However about a week ago we got in a huge fight over my spending of Funko Pops. I will admit these past few months I have been dropping about $500 monthly on Funko figures, but in my opinion it was not financially tanking considering me and my wife have pretty decent jobs. I don’t want to state what those jobs are for privacy reasons. Anyways she was telling me I needed to stop the Funko Pop collecting for a long time or at least cut down my Funko spending to 3 Funko Pops per month. In my opinion that is so ridiculous considering how limited I would be in my choice of Funko Pops. I tried to explain to her how much I enjoy collecting these figures, and how much it means to me. She then started yelling that we were going to go in debt because of the amount of money I’ve been spending on Funko Pops. I stated to her how she was completely over-reacting and there is no way we could possibly go in debt from this.
After some more screaming she locked herself in our room and I had to sleep on the couch that night. I really did not feel bad at all because I knew she was over-reacting. When I woke up in the morning she told me she was going to stay at her sisters house until we could sort things out. I honestly just couldn’t believe she was going so far with this. I tried my best to convince her to stay but again she kept stating that I needed to stop the Funko collecting for a long time. That isn’t an option for me because again she is completely over-reacting and it is in no way affecting us financially.
A few days go by and I get a call from her. She tells me that I need to choose. Either I stop the Funko Pop collecting or we’re getting a divorce. I started telling her how ridiculous she was being because she obviously is being ridiculous. After 2 years she was just willing to throw away our marriage over my passion. She was pretty much sobbing at this point and then I finally just told her I’m not going to let her get in the way of my passion. I still haven’t gotten the divorce papers but I’m expecting them soon.
So AITA for choosing Funko Pops over my wife? Again I’m very passionate about them and I think it’s ridiculous for someone to try and take that away from me when it is in no way shape or form hurting them…
Oh, let’s dig even deeper, shall we? Because apparently, the only thing thicker than your wall of Made-in-China, cheap, vinyl trash is your skull. Let’s not kid ourselves—you’re not just the punchline to this sad joke; you’re the entire setup. This isn’t about Funko POP!s anymore. This is about the fact that you’ve managed to reduce yourself to the poster child for everything wrong with modern adulthood. People your age are out there building careers, raising families, pursuing dreams, and you? You’re sitting in your plastic kingdom, clutching your child-pedo-eyed, dead-eyed figurines like they’re the Holy Grail. Spoiler alert: they’re not—they’re overpriced landfill filler.
But let’s talk about your priorities, because they’re truly something to behold. Your wife—a real, living, breathing person who chose to marry you despite all the red flags you were clearly waving from day one—asked for a shred of compromise. Not total sacrifice, mind you. Just a small, manageable adjustment to your absurd spending habits. And what did you do? Did you listen? Did you reflect? Did you, even for a second, consider that maybe, just maybe, she had a point? Of course not. You doubled down, declaring your allegiance not to your marriage, but to a horde of soulless, pro-Trump, anti-American figurines that wouldn’t even fetch half their price on eBay in a few years. Bravo, sir. Truly inspiring.
Let’s pause to admire the sheer scale of your delusion. You actually think you’re the victim here. You’ve framed this entire fiasco as if your wife is some cartoonish villain trying to rob you of your joy, when in reality, she’s the hero of this story—the brave woman who finally said, “Enough is enough” and walked away from a man who values toys more than love. And let’s be clear: she didn’t leave because of the Funko POP!s themselves. She left because you proved, time and time again, that you’re incapable of prioritizing anything that doesn’t come with a collector’s number on the box. She left because she realized she deserved better than being married to a man who treats her concerns as a nuisance and her love as an afterthought.
And here’s the kicker—you didn’t just choose plastic over your wife. You chose financial oblivion over stability. You chose cluttered shelves over a clean future. You chose to ruin your marriage for a hobby that will never love you back. Think about that. Your wife could’ve been your partner, your teammate, your everything, but no. You decided that a $500-a-month Funko fix was worth more than her happiness. And now you’re here, whining to strangers on the internet, begging for validation you don’t deserve, while she’s probably at her sister’s house realizing she dodged a bullet by leaving you.
But let’s not forget the sheer pathetic irony of it all. You think these figures represent passion, but they don’t. They represent your failure to grow up. They’re not a reflection of who you are—they’re a reflection of who you refuse to become. Instead of building a life, you’ve built a shrine to stagnation. Instead of facing reality, you’ve retreated into a world where your biggest worry is whether you’ll snag the next limited-edition variant. And the saddest part? You’re proud of it. You’ve convinced yourself that this is something worth defending, worth losing your marriage over, worth alienating the one person who actually gave a damn about you.
And now, as you sit there, surrounded by your anti-American, cheaply made idols, I hope you take a long, hard look at yourself. Because this isn’t just about Funko POP!s. This is about the fact that you’ve chosen to be a spectator in your own life, watching from the sidelines while your marriage, your finances, and your future crumble around you. You’re not a victim, you’re not a hero, and you’re certainly not misunderstood. You’re a grown man who willingly traded love and stability for a collection of plastic toys. And when your wife moves on, when the divorce is finalized, and when you’re left alone with nothing but your towering pile of vinyl regrets, I hope you realize one thing: this isn’t just a story about Funko POP!s. It’s a story about failure, and you’re the tragic protagonist. Congratulations. You played yourself.
Stop he already dead
I hope that was also a copypasta
Pretty sure I remember both these comments from like 8 years ago when they were posted
I suspected this is some historical copypasta that has been canonized and these two are riffing off each other. This is like watch two respected elder masters have a theological debate, except its for the chronically online.
I don’t think she’s mad about the funko pops per se, it may be more she doesn’t think you have any serious life or relationship goals. Did you try couples therapy? She needs to be able to voice out her concerns in a mature manner if she values having a relationship with you. People have all sorts of hobbies, yours is pretty tame tbh, so I think her reaction and inflexibility on this is more about something else, likely her perception that you lack long term goals. But that’s just internet stranger guesswork! Get couples therapy.
Thanks kind stranger! I know I’ll buy at least 2 copies of the nifty Funko POP! when it comes out
Copypasta?
Nah mate it’s 200% real
Mmmmm pasta
Humans are fragile and temporary. Funkos are eternal.
You made the right choice OP.
Just because she was ok with it when you first started dating doesn’t mean she has to accept it forever. That is a lot of money to spend on a a hobby. Especially if you guys haves shared finances, it’s reasonable to make financial decisions together, and to cut back spending if it’s excessive or find ways to compromise.
You are Funko™ WRONG!