I once considered my refined mother to be, well, quite the prude.
She was, and still is, big on the whole private boudoir concept. She actually finds pride in the fact that my father is not allowed in the master bathroom while she’s showering.
“A lady needs to leave a little mystery.”
And since my brother and I were born during the Dark Ages of the father hanging out in the waiting room, yes, there still is a little mystery in my parent’s relationship. Even after 44 years.
As a mother of two myself, I completely understand the need for privacy. But...