He’s a sweet and loving husband and I really love him, but this is the strangest rule ever. I need to shower nightly before bed. At first, I tried taking showers at the gym, but balancing it with my schedule was a nightmare. When I tried to sneak extra showers at home, he’d literally cut the hot water off mid-shower if I went over our “quota.” But last week I visited his mom and everything became clear. When she heard about our problem, she sighed and invited me to his old room. I opened the door and GASPED as I saw…
I opened the door and GASPED as I saw the walls.
Every single inch was covered in posters, articles, and printouts about water usage. Charts. Graphs. Newspaper clippings about droughts, water shortages, and environmental collapse. And in the center of it all — a corkboard with pictures of people… showering. Some cut from magazines, some printed from the internet.
Pinned in the middle, like a shrine, was a photo of me — freshly showered, smiling, hair still wet.
My blood ran cold.
His mom put a hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Ever since he was a boy, he’s been… obsessed. When the drought hit our town years ago, he started rationing water. At first, we thought it was cute. But it never went away.”
That night, when I returned home, my husband greeted me with his usual warmth. He kissed me and said, “Two showers this week, okay?”
But now, every time I step under the water, I can’t help but feel his eyes on me… even when he’s not there.
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