He Fell for Her, I Rose Alone
Fresh from a business trip, my husband swept me into his arms and pulled me toward the bathroom for a passionate shared bath.
As our lips met in a dizzying kiss, I noticed something odd out of the corner of my eye: the toilet lid was down.
Seven years ago, after reading an online article claiming that men urinating while standing could splash bacteria onto the seat, he insisted we always keep the lid up for hygiene's sake.
In all our years of marriage, it had never been lowered until now.
A chill ran through me. The bathroom was pristine, not a stray hair in sight. But then I noticed the shower's water temperature was set five degrees higher than the 98.6°F he always preferred.
Men preferred cooler water, and women warmer. In an instant, I realized that Nick Doyle had betrayed me.