The Dirty Truth
When she walked out of the bathroom right after flushing and when I asked “Did you wash your hands?” She replied in all seriousness “I don’t have to, I didn’t touch anything”… b*tch I know I closed that toiled lid when I was done. The splash from the flush covered it in icky. I just said “Wash your hands please” and she threw a fit. She was 22. I was 27. It will be the last relationship in which I feel like a babysitter.