Sorry re: middle aged/30 comment, consider it retracted...
Perceptive Tippychoocks I am just so angry. Firstly because when I tore my undercarriage apart having a huge baby and they told me I could be faecally incontinent I was devastated and I worked so hard, so damn hard to get control back, and I never had an accident, and yet I have never felt shame like it when I thought there was the potential I might not have control over my nethers. I just feel like "WTF is he playing at?" He didn't make it in time?!
And then I was worried, like what if he has a problem, but no he assured me almost proudly, just laziness. Great.
And now, having spent all day practically wretching everytime I've thought about it, I just can't bear to look at him. What if I never can look at him again?? I am definitely sleeping in the spare room tonight.
And finally, I've been on at him for ages to get a good dose of Victorian-esq feeling about his toilet habits, rather than parading them - leaving remnants in the loo, being very loud etc in our ensuite first thing in the morning, this is just the icing on the cake.
I WANT A DIVORCE!!!!!!!!!!