Oh, yes, I did. I almost named this post Privacy & Partners, but that would have been boring. Alas, the stinking sass above. A little experiment if you will. Let’s see how many citizens of the blogosphere have the same sense of humor as my wee ones. And, anyway, the title, albeit potty-rific, accurately reflects the content of this here post; Yup, we are talking today about snooping and pooping. (I did it again! Toddler would be so impressed! Go Mommy!)

Privacy. What is it? Does it – and should it – exist within the confines of a marriage?

As many of you know, a Michigan man faces felony charges for hacking into his estranged wife’s emails. In dipping into her Inbox, this man learned that his then-spouse was having an affair. Fine. For the moment, I’m not interested in the facts of this particular legal case (though it certainly raises novel questions about privacy law in the digital age). I am not here to say whether I think it is appropriate or ludicrous that this man faces up to five years in jail for his snooping. I am curious though about a broader question: Should there be privacy in marriage? Should married couples share everything, including their emails?

I am biased on this one because I tell my poor Husband everything. He gets to hear the details of my dreams, the endless shreds of my neurosis, the questions that pop into my head at every given moment. Lucky guy. Would I ever contemplate checking his email or browsing his texts? No. I have never had a reason to contemplate these things. I trust him. But I know women who make a habit of sifting through their spouses’ communications. I also know of at least one marriage that combusted because of an ill-timed text. And so. We have us a real issue.

Where do we draw the line? Should there be a line at all?

Now for the potty bit. Thankfully, this part is more metaphorical in nature. But not entirely. Should there be closed doors within the walls of a marriage? Should we be able to keep certain things to ourselves – our souls and our smells, our sentiments and our suspicions? Or, again, is the very notion of closed doors antithetical to that of marital union? When we say I do do we abdicate our personal privacy, and with it our proverbial doors?

(This post? A bit of a ramble. A bit of a gamble. But it’s a free country and I’m a tired woman and it’s not a crime to say poop once in a while. Just ask Toddler and her stinky-diapered apprentice.)

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Do you feel that personal privacy and marriage coexist or should coexist? Have you ever checked your spouse’s email or do you know anyone who has? Are there things you keep from your partner? Do you shut the bathroom door when you, ahem, do your business? Are you offended, even marginally, by the title of this post?

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