to dislike having showers with your husband/partner

[4Smalls]

Have never liked having showers with partners. This applies to husband (married many years) but also to previous boyfriends. I think the reasons are:

1. Shower is the one child-free, quiet, contemplative time in my day.
2. I have a lot to get through! Washing hair, conditioning, shaving underarms, etc.
3. One person always seems to have to stand in the cold while other is under the water. Not comfy even if switch back and forth.

So, my question is: AIBU or do some of you also dislike showers with partner? Just curious!

All this washing each other.....It’s bringing to mind something on a David Attenborough documentary about primates or something.

I’m glad it’s not just me. All I’m visualising are monkeys picking fleas off each other !!

Yes! Flea picking. 😂

I once shared a bath with an ex-bf, however he's a lot taller than i am; and has a very hairy chest and legs.

So it was like sharing a bath with a shire horse. 🤷🏻‍♀️

This thread is hilarious, really cheered me up in an otherwise shitty situation.

I will also throw in the fact that couples baths are also shit, in our early months of romance, DH and I went for a weekend in a little romantic cottage, we shared a deep bath, DH went to stand up to grab some sort of product off the shelf and managed to teabag me... then he slipped over laughing and I snorted bath water laughing and then couldn't breathe. Fun times.
Luckily we're both as daft as each other and are still together.

He had a bad concussion so had to stay in longer, I was released faster. We were so rat-arsed I couldn't remember how I got the dressing gown on, or did what I did with one wrist broken and blood running down the other arm, I was that pissed (probably why I didn't feel it till later, either). I can only imagine how I sounded ringing emergency services, but did tell them we were both very drunk. God I was paralytic! So was he. It was bad. I had to pay for repair because some of the tiles in the bath cracked and I ripped the rod off, had to hire a professional carpet cleaner as I bled like a stuck pig all over the floor and I couldn't clean it myself as one hand was out of action. My arms were bruised all over, my legs were bruised. No way I wanted to see him again!