My Husband Picks the Bathroom Lock When I Spend “Too Much Time” in the Shower

When trust breaks down in a relationship, even basic things like showering can turn into

a big problem. In this story, our reader is dealing with her husband’s intense jealousy,

which turns something as simple as taking a shower into a fight. His baseless suspicions

lead to controlling behavior, and it even gets to the point where he invades her privacy in

a really shocking way. Our reader dropped us a message.My husband doesn’t let me

spend much time in the bathroom. He says “normal” people spend 10-15 minutes in there.

If I spend more time than that, he thinks I’m pretending to shower while texting or calling other men.

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