Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:And don’t say it’s because it’s the only place your wives will leave you alone. Because it’s like, use your words and say you need a little alone time. FWIW, we don’t have kids and we don’t suffocate one another. We both enjoy plenty of guilt-free alone time.
And don’t come in here saying your unicorn husband doesn’t do this. It is literally a joke all across the internet and has been for forever. If your husband doesn’t choose to seek alone time with his pants at his ankles and his junk dangling in the bowl, sitting on a hard toilet seat, congratulations. This post is for us real ones, I guess.
I had just cleaned our bathroom and was getting ready to replace the toilet paper—there was none. In the time I was running to the pantry to grab a new package, DH proclaimed he had to poop. When he was done with his lengthy trip to drop the kids at the pool, I finished refilling the TP. There was still no TP, nor had he asked me to bring him any, and the bathroom still smelled like cleaning product. I asked him, “Did you not wipe, or were you just pretending to poop?” His face turned red when he realized he was caught. I asked him why he chose to spend his alone time in the bathroom when we have a finished basement and other quiet places to retreat with comfy furniture and where you don’t need to get partially naked and sit on a hard surface, so why the bathroom? He couldn’t give me an answer. Is this genetic?