This is actually inspired by a Stephen King short story, of all things.
Well, you see it’s like this . . .
Number One, yes, sometimes. Number Two, almost never, and I don’t know why it bothers me. My wife is less reserved and it sort of bothers me a little, and I don’t know why.
Which Stephen King story, by the way?
I don’t remember. Something about a LONG finger coming up out of the toilet. It retreats, the guy is standing there, trying to brush his teeth and figure out whether he just saw what he just saw and what to do about it, when his wife comes in, plops herself down and proceeds to do her business. I was too freaked out to read any farther.
both of us will pee in front of one another, but never #2, though as an exception if either of us is very sick all bets are off, and any bodily waste comes out as it will at need.
though my dream home would have as part of the master suite a bathroom where the shower and hot tub is shared but each of us would have our own water closet. There would be a water closet for the public areas of the house, and we would have a duplicate master suite for guests, and a small guest house that is another master suite with a small sitting room for our roommate, and if she decides to move away, another roommate or additional guest space.
[our current roomie has several cats, a couple birds and a dog, and I am allergic to cats and dogs, so the fluff created by my domestic shorthair is more than enough cat dander for me to deal with, when all the critters were in the house I had to use decongestants so we moved her and her pets out to the guest suite in the barn and my sinuses are much happier]
No. This is not ok.
Like aruvqan and Gil-Martin my wife and I will urinate with the other in the bathroom, but never defecate. It’s mostly about the smell - once you’ve helped someone prepare for a colonoscopy, you have have little sense of privacy left concerning your partner.
I have done it (pee only), but i think it isn’t really ok.
It kind of happened for emergencies only when we had a very small apartment. Now we have moved and this has stopped.
In our current home, the situation doesn’t arise very often. We have two bathrooms, and he’s only home on the weekends. But, as others upthread have said, peeing is no big deal. Taking a dump, however, is a much more personal, private matter, due in no small part to the odor involved. I’d do it in an emergency, though.
a35362, I believe the story you are thinking of is The Moving Finger, which, if memory serves, is from the collection Nightmares and Dreamscapes.
And if that grossed you out, never, ever, ever lay your hands on a copy of Just Past Sunset and read the story entitled A Very Tight Place. Ewwww. I won’t go into details, I’ll suffice it to say: imagine being trapped/locked in a precariously balanced outhouse that has not been cleaned recently. :eek:
Sometimes you want a little privacy to poop.
Neither of us use the toilet in front of the other. Which I am immensely grateful for. My ex-husband got to the point where he would take a morning dump while I was in the shower. Every morning. One of the many reasons I’m so happy to be free of that marriage.
Our bathroom is too small for that sort of thing. She closes the door all the way. I leave it ajar for the cat to come in - he likes me to turn the faucet on to a trickle. Sometimes he drinks, sometimes he stares at it like a half-wit.
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No. There are somethings that are best done in private. I don’t even want to be spoken to while I’m taking care of business.
Not generally, no. He’s more private than I am, but we both tend to avoid sharing bathroom time unless absolutely necessary.
I wouldn’t unless it was an emergency. Sometimes you need your personal space, you know? We also make at least some attempt not to fart in each other’s presence, just because it’s pretty rude. If it happens, it happens, but neither of us will let one rip with glee while we’re watching TV.
I also generally knock if he’s in a room with the door closed. It’s a politeness thing, I guess.
Yeah, no. Not at all. She and I aren’t that close in our relationship.
Nope; not number one or number two. We prefer to leave a bit of mystery. 
There is, however, farting in front of each other. Lots and lots of farting.
I don’t even want to do it in front of me. When they finally invent the Star Trek transporter I’m going to patent a toilet that uses the technology to zap waste directly from the body.
There’s little we don’t do in front of each other, but so far neither has shat in the other’s presence. Actually, there was that one time about two days after my wife gave birth that she needed help getting up the stairs to the bathroom, and half-way up she realized she was about to shit, so I sort of hustled her upstairs while she pulled her clothes off and I got her onto the seat about a split second before the assplosion, but that was sort of an exception.
Neither of us is particularly shy about bodily functions. We pee and fart in front of each other, and I see her change her tampons and pads all the time, and we’ll tease each other about the toxic smells the other has left in the bathroom. But the only time a bathroom door is closed in our house is when one of us is taking a dump. For the time being, anyway.
Well, you see, it’s like this…
We both can pee in front of each other. He doesn’t mind pooping in front of me, but I think it’s gross, and I don’t stick around.
I absolutely can’t poop with him in the room. Or in a public toilet. At work it’s tricky - I usually wait until everybody leaves.