My boyfriend insisted that I take 2 showers a day, saying it was a non-negotiable rule in our relationship. Confused and slightly irritated, I went along with it, anticipating a reason for his odd demand. Everything became clear when I met his mother.
Before visiting her, I made sure to shower especially thoroughly and dress in freshly laundered clothes. But as soon as I crossed her threshold, she ushered me into the bathroom. Opening the door, I was STUNNED. The bathroom was
…like nothing I’d ever seen before — shelves upon shelves of soaps, shampoos, scrubs, and perfumes, all neatly organized by scent and color. There was even a laminated “Shower Protocol” posted on the wall, complete with numbered steps and exact time limits for each stage.
His mother cheerfully said, “You must be so excited for your welcome shower! We never let anyone sit on our furniture before they’re completely fresh.”
I stood there speechless, realizing that my boyfriend’s obsession with twice-a-day showers wasn’t about me at all — it was training. He’d been raised in a home where hygiene wasn’t just a priority, it was practically a religion.
After my “welcome shower,” she inspected my hair, sniffed my arm, and finally smiled in approval.
Later that night, my boyfriend whispered, “See? I told you it was important.”
At that moment, I realized… I wasn’t just dating him. I was dating into the Cleanliness Cult.
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