"I married cross-culturally, so my wife was in Canada for a long time without meeting some of my relatives. At one point, I suggested we visit a cousin she had never met, so I arranged a date with him, and we drove over a hundred miles to get there. During our visit, my wife told me she needed to use the washroom, but knowing my cousin, I decided to check it out first. The whole inside of the toilet bowl, every square centimeter of china, was encrusted with excrement, and the seat wasn't much cleaner. It would've been impossible for her to sit without coming into contact with his intestinal contents. I went back to my wife and warned her that the room wasn't fit for her use, but her need was urgent, so she ventured in anyway. She actually cleaned up the whole thing for him, used it, and then came back out. Needless to say, we left ASAP and never went back. I still have that original toilet image in my mind. I drove a hundred miles for THAT."
"My worst ex (who I dry heave from even thinking about) lived in a shared house situation, and I will never forget the smell, unfortunately. I would hold my breath from the front door until we were able to make it to their room. They kept their room tidy but only had a mattress on the floor and a closet (no furnishings), so it was hard to 'hang out.' I hated going there. There was a small dog who my ex was mean to, so it growled and tried to bite them. I refused to be guilty by association, so I was always kind to it but steered clear. That animal was a menace. It pooped and peed EVERYWHERE, especially the couch, which I refused to sit on while holding my breath while waiting to leave."
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