"It's midnight, I'm thirsty as **** but I cannot go downstairs, where the kitchen is, because my parents are having sex. **** my life."
This is what I posted about a week ago. Since that night, I've always taken a bottle of water with me upstairs. But tonight something even worse happened.
It was about 1 am and I was browsing FJ until nature called: I had to take a **** . So I went down the stairs, listening for any...noise that might point that my parents are having sex. But there was complete silence. Lovely. I went downstairs without making a single noise, I didn't want to wake up my parents. When I was halfway through on my way to the bath, I heard my mom saying:
I froze. Apparently, I was so stealthy my parents had no idea I was there. My dad mumbled something, I didn't hear what. But, hell, I still needed to take that crap. So, to the surprise of my parents, I turned on the bathroom light. I didn't say anything, I just went there and took a huge, amazing crap, then I went upstairs without even looking at them, let alone say anything.
I'm not upset on them or something, that would be stupid, but I feel kinda...ashamed to hear my mother say that.