My husband Peed in the toilette.

My husband is a good man. We've been together for 18 years. Married for 9. He has one bad habit though. He sprays when he pees. It gets all over the lid, the seat, and the floor. <br><br>I've asked him nicely. I've yelled. I've cried. I've been passive aggressive. I've threatened to pee in front of him. I've told him I think he does it on purpose. Nothing works.<br><br>This morning I had enough. I work 60 hour weeks as a nurse in the ER. I come home around 8 and pass out around 9:30. I get up at 5:30 during the week to do it all again.<br><br>One of my few joys is the 5 minutes in the morning I get to myself in the bathroom. For 5 minutes It's just me. I don't have to take care of anyone else. I get to pretend I'm still the young single girl I used to be. 5 minutes a day to dream, to wish, to pretend. This morning was different though. <br><br>This morning the toilet was disgusting. There was pee all over the seat and lid. This was the last straw. So I wiped it down with my used wipes from my period. While wiping it down I got my hands covered in pee. I then wiped down his toothbrush and anything else of his I could find. <br><br>I'm not proud. I'm not happy. I'm not better than him. We both have problems and this was not a good way to handle things. <br><br>So here I am, on chambers, telling strangers how I stuck my shitty, period, pee covered fingers into my husbands toothbrush. Why? I don't know. <br><br>I know I need to do better. I know I need to handle this in a more adult manner. I will later. Right now I just need to laugh. I need to share my sin with the world. I need to not be alone in my stupidity.<br><br>Please don't be my husband. Please don't tell him. I don't want to get a divorce. I just need something to get me through this day; this week; this month; this year. <br><br>So I shared. Thank you for listening. Be better than me.<br><br>Edit: 1. He knows the toilette is a recurring issue.<br><br>2. We have talked about it 100s of times.<br><br>3. I've tried a urine shield<br><br>4. I've tried to train him. 18 years and still an issue.<br><br>5. We have 3 kids. We can't afford to split the bills without each other. <br><br>6. I'm sitting on my bed crying because I feel like I need to leave him. This might have been my last straw. <br><br>7. I work 60 hours a week to support him and our children. 5 minutes, one time a day is not so crazy to ask for. I don't want to leave him, I don't want to divorce. I just want to feel like my time, my needs also matter. <br><br>As some of you have commented, I'm sure there is more to the story. There is. <br><br>After reading through some of the comments I've come to some realization. I really don't like him. I don't like how our conversations go, I don't like how he talks to me and the kids, I don't like how he treats his family. He's not a bad man, but he's not a good one either. I think we just go through the motions both of us waiting for the other to leave. We don't like each other and haven't for a long time. We just didn't want to be alone and we didn't want to fail. <br><br>So here we are. Two people who don't like each other; who don't like our lives; who don't like our choices living and pretending everything is fine.<br><br>So maybe him peeing all over the toilet isn't just about the toilet. Maybe it's his way of telling me he hates his life too. I don't know. But I'm going to try to talk to him. I'm going to try to not give up. I'm going to try to make it better. <br><br>I'll let you all know if it makes a difference.<br><br>Edit: 3 hours later and he's still at work. I've cleaned up the mess I made with the toothbrush. I've read through all the comments. I've cried. I've eaten some chocolate. I called my mom and talked with her. <br><br>He called and said he's staying at a friends. That's it. No I'm sorry, no can we talk later, no I'm coming home to talk. Just I'm staying at a friends tonight.<br><br>I told him ok and to feel safe to come home when he's ready. I'll leave the porch light on for him. <br><br>The kids and I will figure it out. We've survived worse and will again. My two babies will be ok and so will mama bear.