Our children often inquire about their parents’ lives before they entered the picture. They’re curious about how we met, our dating adventures, the story of our first kiss, and when we decided to marry and start a family. Recently, during a chat with my eldest about relationships, we stumbled upon the topic of that pivotal moment when comfort levels soar high enough to share the less glamorous aspects of being human—like the first time you pass gas in front of your partner.
“Oh, I held off on farting around your dad for months,” I confessed, prompting a flood of memories from a particularly mortifying episode that could have changed everything for us.
“Mom?” my daughter asked, noticing my distant gaze. “Are you alright?”
“Just reminiscing about a time I thought I might lose your dad forever,” I replied.
“And it involved farting?” she probed.
“Oh, my dear, it was so much more than that.”
With a nostalgic sigh, I began to recount the cringe-worthy tale from the winter of 1994. Although Ryan and I had known each other for years, we had just started dating a few months prior. I was convinced he was the one.
When Ryan accepted a job in Atlanta, he invited me along for an apartment search. We had celebrated the night before, enjoying a few too many drinks, but in a bid to act like responsible adults, we crawled out of bed the next morning and prepared for our day.
Little did we remember that Atlanta was in the midst of a freeze warning, leaving a thick layer of ice on everything, including our car. Determined to stick to our plans, we set off, making a pit stop at a drive-thru for some sausage biscuits and orange juice—a questionable choice, but perfect for my hungover state.
As we drove slowly through the icy streets, I felt a bubbling sensation in my stomach. Initially dismissing it as my body readjusting from the previous night’s festivities, it quickly escalated into a dire situation.
Having never broken wind in front of Ryan, I had always adhered to the belief that a bit of mystery should be maintained in a relationship. But now, I was in a panic, knowing that I had to inform him of the impending disaster.
“Uh, could you pull over at the next gas station?” I stammered.
“Are you okay? You look pale!” he exclaimed, clearly concerned.
“Yeah… more like I’m about to explode out of my backside. That sausage biscuit was like a terrible idea,” I replied, desperation creeping into my voice.
As we visited three different gas stations in vain—each with frozen pipes—I felt my options dwindling. I could either pray for a miracle or resort to using a makeshift solution in the backseat of his car. The thought of ruining what could be a beautiful relationship filled me with dread.
Ryan, however, was determined. He circled back to the McDonald’s where we’d bought the biscuits and ran inside to check on the restroom situation. I sat in the car, nearly in tears, hoping for a miracle.
When he finally returned, beaming with excitement, he delivered the most glorious news: “The pipes aren’t frozen! You can go!”
Without a moment to lose, I dashed inside, grateful for the chance to save myself from utter humiliation. After what felt like an eternity, I emerged with relief, and Ryan greeted me with a warm smile and my favorite song playing in the background.
“I’m so sorry for that,” I said, feeling sheepish.
“Don’t worry! We’re going to share a lifetime of moments like this!” he laughed.
That was over 23 years ago, seven kids later, and yes, zero sausage biscuits since then. If you’re wondering about your relationship’s future, maybe consider testing the waters with a near-catastrophic intestinal incident. If they stick around, you’ve found a keeper. If not, well, just let it go. You deserve better.
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Summary
This humorous recounting of a mortifying moment in a relationship highlights how true love can withstand even the most embarrassing situations. The author’s experience serves as a reminder that vulnerability can strengthen bonds, and sometimes, a good laugh is all you need to solidify a connection.