I must have used too much toilet paper after a big poop and clogged the work toilet. Luckily I had already pulled my clothes back up before I flushed and when it started to overflow I just ran out of the bathroom.

A coworker and I once had sex together on a business trip. It never happened again (we are both married) and realized what a mistake it had been, but I do wonder if we are more sexually compatible with each other than with our spouses.

Anonymous wrote:Approaching 20 years of marriage and no one knows what a miserable marriage I am in. Great kids, great in-laws, great jobs, all the trappings of success. But we are roommates and have been for a long time. I feel nothing for him sexually. But I don't want to blow up my family.

A good friend had this. I told her she had a great marriage compared to most...roommates and all. She didn't have to work, he treated her great, had a beautiful family house etc. He rarely wanted sex. I truly believe he loved her but wasn't attracted to her anymore. I say that because she didn't age well. She was a idiot, went back home to visit and met a guy. Had an affair and against all advice divorced him at age 49. Sure enough she called me a year later saying she made a mistake. The guy that liked to have a lot of sex had a lot of other issues. very sad outcome.

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Anonymous wrote:I keep having intermittent doubts about my relationship. I alternate between loving and happy feelings and concerns that we've reached the limits of our relationship and I should move on. Part of me is calculating what would be the best time to break things off and leave her, but I keep making plans for the near future. I am secretly aiming for a late spring/early summer deadline.

This is the inner thought of every married.man where the sex life is slowed or non existent. Meanwhile, your wife posts on Facebook on how great you are without realizing the misery.

That's a terrible way to be in a marriage. I'm the PP you're quoting but I'm a woman and this is a newish relationship. We're not married. Don't even live together. By the time one gets married one definitely should be beyond the doubts and able to talk about sex issues.

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Anonymous wrote:I peed all over the extra toilet paper at work by accident but didn't take responsibility when an email went around.

How the heck do you pee on toilet paper? Where was it? Even if it was on top of the toilet tank, how did your pee get up there.

It was on the toilet paper tower thing and it was next to the toilet.

I had to pee very badly and I have a very strong stream (seriously, I can pee across the entire hood of a car and not get a drop on the car) and when I first started there was a little bit of fire hose moment until I gained control. Got the rolls.

One day someone is going to kick you in the face and I hope I'm there to see it so I can laugh and laugh because you deserve it.

Anonymous wrote:I peed all over the extra toilet paper at work by accident but didn't take responsibility when an email went around.

How the heck do you pee on toilet paper? Where was it? Even if it was on top of the toilet tank, how did your pee get up there.

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Anonymous wrote:I love my kids, but I can't stand most other kids.

Yes! I can not stand being around most kids, but love spending time with my own

Other people's pets and other people's children irritate the shit out of me... no matter how much I love my own.

I peed all over the extra toilet paper at work by accident but didn't take responsibility when an email went around.

Anonymous wrote:I accidentally ate someone's lunch at work today. It was in a container exactly like mine ON TOP of my other lunch containers inside the refrigerator drawer. I thought it was the stir fry that DH and I made on Sunday night. Lo and behold, I start eating and it had brussel sprouts and squash, which our stir fry didn't include. Other than that, it looked and tasted exactly like something we would make at home.

A portal to another dimension in your work fridge? Hmmm. Still, more believable than 12 sleeping shit farts in 14 years of marriage.

I accidentally ate someone's lunch at work today. It was in a container exactly like mine ON TOP of my other lunch containers inside the refrigerator drawer. I thought it was the stir fry that DH and I made on Sunday night. Lo and behold, I start eating and it had brussel sprouts and squash, which our stir fry didn't include. Other than that, it looked and tasted exactly like something we would make at home.

I would be mortified if my husband sent me flowers or balloons or candy to work.

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Anonymous wrote:I keep having intermittent doubts about my relationship. I alternate between loving and happy feelings and concerns that we've reached the limits of our relationship and I should move on. Part of me is calculating what would be the best time to break things off and leave her, but I keep making plans for the near future. I am secretly aiming for a late spring/early summer deadline.

This is the inner thought of every married.man where the sex life is slowed or non existent. Meanwhile, your wife posts on Facebook on how great you are without realizing the misery.

I have seen this up close and personal. Women tell me how great their husbands are and how they couldn't live with out them but are definitely not having sex.

Anonymous wrote:I keep having intermittent doubts about my relationship. I alternate between loving and happy feelings and concerns that we've reached the limits of our relationship and I should move on. Part of me is calculating what would be the best time to break things off and leave her, but I keep making plans for the near future. I am secretly aiming for a late spring/early summer deadline.

This is the inner thought of every married.man where the sex life is slowed or non existent. Meanwhile, your wife posts on Facebook on how great you are without realizing the misery.

Anonymous wrote:I love my kids, but I can't stand most other kids.

Yes! I can not stand being around most kids, but love spending time with my own