I was on a vacation with my girlfriend. Woke up needing to use the toilet urgently. My stomach was making horrible noises. My GF always starts her day with a shower, so to not stink up the bathroom, I snuck out to use the lobby toilet.
When I came back, she was in tears. Crying about me leaving, saying what if someone broke in, why I didn’t tell her I was going, what if something happened while I was gone, to me or her, etc. I tried explaining myself to her, but she didn’t care, and insisted I should have woken her up, left a note, just gone in our bathroom, etc. – Direct_Wishbone4931 / Reddit
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