To Shower or Not to Shower

So my husband and I have fairly often had this conversation: Him: Are you really mad at me for having to poop? Me: Yes. I'm certain some people will think this is too much information, but I must know if there are other women who feel that the amount of time men spend pooping is absurd.  Now before you think I'm a total whack job for putting a time limit on the facilities, you should know that I am not so much mad at the what, but rather the when. I suppose you don't really have control over when you need to go, but if it's so urgent that you leave in the middle of unloading groceries, or bathing the kids, or getting ready to leave the house and be somewhere, then how could it possibly take 45 minutes to get it out? Seriously, the only time I am relieved to hear he has to poop is when I have a show recorded that I want to watch and he's not interested. Then I'm like, "Perfect, I can watch my hour long program without interruptions!" ...

Recently, I was contacted by a high school friend regarding a relationship she's in that's leaving her feeling vulnerable and unfulfilled. She had read my post on marriage and was reaching out for more understanding of my relationship philosophy. Those of you who have had the privilege of knowing me since my early to mid-twenties will also know of my horrible, terrible, no good very bad relationship with a dude named, well...Let's call him D-bag.  I know you'd  know of him because in those years of my life I was consumed by this relationship and had a difficult time discussing much else.  In fact, I would argue that I had become an entirely different person whilst attempting to fit his fantastic mold.  He was handsome and charming and oh yeah, how could I forget, a complete sociopath!  He cheated and lied and made me feel trapped in a very toxic world of make-ups and break-ups for three years. I made a fool of myself in public...more than once. I l...