The smell compounded. I turned on every fan in my little place and lit a candle in every room. When he left the bathroom after this second time, I pushed a candle and lighter onto him and told him to put it in the bathroom.
This article definitely made me laugh a ton. I enjoyed the contrast of the irony of your bf’s (now ex’s) inability to tell the truth, and toward the end, your inability to be honest in the moment. I would not be able to sleep through the night. I have never, ever, had to experience this with my significant other, though I had to endure more than a decade of compounded smells living with my brothers, and mother, who did not understand how to listen to their bodies.