A line I have NO intention of crossing, even after 5 years of marriage: being in the bathroom at the same time as the spouse, while one of us is on the toilet.
When we’re both old, brokedown & incontinent and may need to help one another out, okay. I don’t like to think about it, but I know it happens.
I woke up late one weekend morning, thinking my wife had left to grab some breakfast fixings at the store. I shuffled into the bathroom and proceeded to take a leak without bothering to shut the door. I flushed, turned around to leave and looked up, and there she was, reading a magazine on the couch in the living room down the hall, in full view of the bathroom. She smirked and said “So…we’ve reached that level.” I was mortified.