Warning: this next anecdote is a little graphic. Just a little. I was walking through our home the other day, chatting with my husband who was in the other room. As I walked into the room he was in to continue our discussion face-to-face, I discovered that all along, he’d been on the toilet – yes on the toilet – with the door wide open. And he happened to be butt naked.
He just so casually looked up at me and said, “What’s up.” I didn’t even raise an eyebrow at this. I mean, we’ve been together seven years. Living together four of them. It is what it is now. I joked, “Maintaining no mystery anymore I see.” But, I didn’t care. And we still had sex that night. That’s married life!
Actually, the part where we had sex – that is not always married life. I say this because that just happened to be the weekly scheduled sex we keep on the calendar. Now that is married life.
I couldn’t help but laugh as I then thought about a night when we were just about eight months into dating. We visited a, um, questionable burrito truck one night. And then, though I was meant to spend the night, my husband (boyfriend at the time) said urgently, “I’m going to need you to leave because that burrito is doing things to my stomach and it’s going to get ugly in here.” So I drove home. Now, that very man just leaves the door wide open while using the toilet; completely nude, and with no hint of shame.
On that note, here’s a look at a few relationship moments that change over time, especially during the first five years.
Parking at his place
When we started dating, I painfully discovered that my guy lived in the worst neighborhood for drivers who rely on street parking. If I came over to visit during the afternoon when parking spots were a little easier to find, he would drive his car out of the garage about 15 minutes before my arrival to find a parking spot he can hold for me.
As if that weren’t sweet enough, my boyfriend would make it a point to be even more helpful when it came to late night parking. As soon as I drove up to his home, he would stop whatever he was doing to hop in the car and keep me company while I looked for parking. Or, best of all, he’d make a point to find a parking spot for my car, insisting I go into his house to settle in and relax. What a prince!