Golf Widow Diaries

06/06/2025

Cart rides > cardio

04/15/2025

🎉 Mother’s Day Giveaway! 🎉
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04/11/2025

📣NOW AVAILABLE ON ETSY! Grab the girls and get yours today. Buy 4, get 20% off!

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04/10/2025

Yes, yes, of course I dressed for the Masters. Packed a pimento cheese sandwich for lunch too 🙄.

04/06/2025

✨COMING SOON✨

In honor of our spouses being glued to the TV this week for , we will be launching our new tanks later this week!

04/02/2025

👆Don’t be a rule breaker.

New merch available in Safety Pink, Indigo Blue and Military Green!

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03/27/2025

Letting the people know… he’s off chasing birdies, and I’m over here chasing toddlers. ⛳️👶🏼

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03/24/2025

Golf season is coming. Which girlfriend is winning bingo?

“There will be signs” Blog link in bio

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02/28/2025

Golf season is upon us, ladies, and with it comes a parade of questionable behavior from the men we married. Every Thursday (or whatever sacred day their league falls on), we send them off with hope in our hearts that maybe—just maybe—they’ll return like a normal human.

But no. That is not our fate.

Instead, we get one of these Golf Husband species stumbling into our homes:

The Passed Out Paul

Paul walks in and faceplants wherever gravity takes him. The bed? Maybe. The couch? Sure. The back patio with a Michelob Ultra still clutched in his hand? Absolutely. And let’s not forget he’s always fully dressed in jeans and boots, because comfort is for the weak.

The Houdini Hank

Hank? We don’t know him. Because he never responds to texts. Not a “Be home soon,” not an “I’m alive,” not even a “Just one more hole” (which is a lie anyway). But rest assured, even though we have no idea where he is, we’ll 1000% know the exact moment he comes home—because it will sound like a f*ing SWAT raid.**

Doors flying open. Cabinets slamming. Ice maker cranking. The man Kool-Aid Mans his way into the house at 2 AM, and we are just supposed to accept this.

The Ravager Rick

Rick walks in, and it’s as if he hasn’t eaten in days. He devours everything—leftovers, the rotisserie chicken meant for tomorrow’s dinner, a sleeve of Oreos, my kid’s pre-packed school lunch.

Nothing is safe.

I have witnessed my husband eat a completely dry slice of bread straight from the bag while making direct eye contact with me. Send help.

The Number Texter Nick

Ding! A text from my husband. Maybe he’s saying he’s on his way home? Maybe he misses me? Nope.
Just:
“39.”
…cool?

The first time this happened, I thought maybe it was a hostage situation. But no, it’s his golf score. Which he assumes I care about. Which I do not.

(Also, is 39 good? Bad? I don’t know. I don’t care. Don’t text me numbers unless it’s the tracking info for the package you told me not to order.)

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https://thewifeco.blogspot.com/2025/02/lets-call-him-golf-husband-collection.html

Golf season is upon us, ladies, and with it comes a parade of questionable behavior from the men we married. Every Thursday (or whatever sa...

02/26/2025

Tag a golf wife who needs to see this. Which one is your man? ⛳️😂

01/30/2025

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