Even though Leon and I are about to take vows to spend the rest of our lives sharing the same bed, the same holidays, the same dreams and the same brain, there is this one step that we just aren't ready to take yet. It is a step that I have taken with my other long term relationships, but in this particular partnership, it just doesn't seem to be naturally unfolding.
We don't pee in front of each other.
We don't do anything involving the toilet with the other present, at all. Now, I get how this could be the truth for other couples. Other couples that are less co-dependent, but Leon and I do everything together. And, being actors, we aren't shy, either. Shy? Hell, we are down right demonstrative. So, this is what makes it strange. A pattern has been set. Leon walks into bathroom, Leon looks at Krista with that pained expression in his eyes, Krista exits, closing the door behind her. In a minute or two, Leon emerges from the bathroom, smile on face, giving the room back to Krista. No one has questioned it, no one has disputed it.
There have been moments that we have been engaged in intimate acts of love making - uninhibited, ooey gooey love making only to tip toe afterwards to the bathroom and with a squinched nose and a whispered 'sorry!' we have shut the bathroom door in each other's face. The only time I do remember peeing in front of Leon, it happened faster than I could possibly stop it. We were in the middle of an in depth conversation - you know those kind where time and space cease to matter - and as we talked I ended up in the bathroom, pulled down my pants and plopped onto the toilet for a pee. Suddenly we both realized what I was doing and the conversation abruptly ended. Mid-stream, I was helpless and feeling terribly 'wrong' about the situation, but I didn't want to appear to be prudish. So, I kept on peeing and Leon, not wanting to seem prudish as well, kind of half turned away to look into the mirror, his mission suddenly to take a detailed inventory of his nose hairs. When I was done I wiped, I flushed, I washed and then I looked at my fiance. "That will never happen again," said my eyes silently. "Thank God," said his in response and we launched right back into conversation.
Ah well. Extroverts can't be showmen about everything. And I seriously doubt it is an issue that we should take to couples therapy. I believe we are both at peace with it.
In a relationship that is lived so intimately, I suppose that there is something quite nice about having at least one thing that you don't share.
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