Will You Still Love Me, Tomorrow?

So I was catching up on my blogical reads this morning. The weekend was packed full of fun with painting the nursery, cleaning the garage and carving pumpkins. I was reading an entry from Jenni over at the Jiggety Jigg, (BTW, if you haven't read her blog you should. I'm just sayin'.) and her post Ways I Make It Hard To Love Me made me stop and think of all the crazy ass things I make Rich do and put up with. Anyone who knows me IRL knows, it's hard to love me, LMAO. Especially after a bowl of red beans and rice. There was one thing I did though that almost pushed him over the edge. Just one thing that almost made him say "see ya sista!" I have a problem with using the bathroom in front of Rich. I can pee no problem, but when it comes to the other, yea, you know the one, or should I say, two, I get "stage fright" you could say. So not only do I need the toilet room door locked, I need the bathroom door locked, and the bedroom door locked. If I could have an iron door and 20 locks as well, I would. The only other time I've done that in his presence was when I was giving birth to Justyn. Not my proudest moment. In fact there was a lot about his delivery that was rather embarrassing, but that my friend is another blog post. Anywho, so back to the thing. In the early stages of our relationship. Back when everything we did was cute and would do anything for each other. I would spend the weekends at his house. It would figure that that would be the time I haaaaaaaaaaaad to go to the bathroom. Rich rented a room from some old lady so all he had was a bedroom, and a bathroom. With only 1 door between him and I. YIKES! So, one morning (probably more than 1 morning, haha) I told him I was "craving" applejuice because I knew he didn't have any. It was a week night so I knew he had to be up at 5:30 A.M. for work. Still, I pressed for the applejuice. PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE get me some applejuice. Just to get him to leave the house so I could use the bathroom. ROFL! It worked, but it's a good thing we moved into an apartment together with at least 2 doors between us or we could very well be married to other people, LMAO! He must really love me. He finally admitted his desire to almost leave me after we were married. I can't help but to laugh. It's amazing the vile things I can do around my husband, that just ain't one of them!