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Christine Leeb--Speaker and Christian Family Coach specializing in Parenting and Child Discipline. Founder of Real Life Families --a non-profit organization building better families through free classes and resources. Mother to three awesome (and exhausting) children from whom she shamefully hides brownies. Wife to one patient (and polar-opposite) husband with whom she constantly quotes "Friends". www.RealLifeFamilies.org
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It was Day 3 of our honeymoon…dun…dun…dun! A day I will never forget. A day I learned what marriage was really about.
It was just three days after our big wedding, our “I Do’s,” our commitment to spend the rest of our lives together. For better or worse. In sickness and in health.
My husband had no idea how quickly I would bank on those vows!
Day 1 and Day 2 of our honeymoon were filled with splashes in the pool, walks along the beach, sunset watching, giant bike riding in the ocean, and seeing each other at our best–our sexiest outfits, our most agreeable moods, and our most fun and adventurous spirits.
On the evening of Day 2, we dined at a gorgeous beach side restaurant. We ate. We drank wine–all while gazing into each other’s eyes as the waves crashed on the shore nearby. It was so romantic. However, the next morning on day 3, I awoke to a gurgling stomach – churning – aching.
I knew that something was going to come out somewhere. It was just a matter of time. NOOOOOOOOOO! Not on my honeymoon!
I wanted to hide my pain. I wanted to pretend all was well so we could go snorkeling and continue being flirty and sexy and enjoying our fairy tale of love and romance and happiness and fun.
I was about to ruin it all with a reality check of “the runs.”
I couldn’t hide it any longer. I had to tell my husband of 3 days that I had the stomach bug. Every 20 minutes throughout the entire morning, I was running to the bathroom and then crawling back to bed. My sexy new spouse was right there. He was getting me sips of water. He was dabbing my sweaty head with a cool wash rag. He sat in a chair next to the bed as I groaned and complained – helping me – encouraging me – being there for me.
As the trips to the bathroom started winding down, all my strength and energy and modesty were gone. I simply quit putting my clothes back on. I quit caring that we were on our honeymoon. I quit caring that I was pooping every 20 minutes in our Honeymoon Suite right in front of my new forever man. I quit caring that I was a mess. I flopped over onto the bed falling face first into the pillows, and I hear my husband of less than 72 hour’s voice whisper to me….”Honey, you have some poop on your butt.”
And I thought I couldn’t feel worse. I didn’t care though. I couldn’t move. I just wanted to die of pain and now, of embarrassment. I was just lying there – hot, sweaty, stinky, naked – with poop on my sun-kissed butt.
Without saying another word, my brand new mate for life went into the bathroom, grabbed some toilet paper, sat next to me on the bed, and——-wiped my butt. Yes, he wiped my butt. Now that’s love!
This moment will forever be known as our “Welcome to Marriage Moment!”
I was mortified, but at the same time, I was given a gift. A gift to see that my husband was going to be there for me no matter what. That he was going to be someone I could laugh with, have romantic dinners with, walk on the beach with, and enjoy the good times with, but he was also going to be someone who would stay by my side when I was at my worst. And that’s what matters most in life and in marriage.
We still laugh together, even after almost 17 years of marriage, as we reflect on Day 3 of our honeymoon. We recognize how much Day 3 prepared us (especially for my husband) for what was to come. He has seen me even more vulnerable, at my most disgusting, at my very, very, very worst. He has been there for the birth via C-Section of our three children. He has been there for countless stomach bugs, flu bugs, cold bugs, and even depression bugs.
He’s been there–by my side–through it all.
It hasn’t been easy. We’ve even been near divorce, but I’m so thankful that we both have been able to move forward, press on, and persevere through some really rough times, tough conversations, and painful moments. We have both grown and allowed God to shape us into the individuals and into the couple that we are today. Through our struggles, we’ve gained strength, wisdom, trust, and confidence in ourselves and in each other. Our marriage gets stronger with every year…with every day.
Even now, on Day 6,052 of our marriage, the honeymoon is well over, but we continue to celebrate those moments throughout our lives that have brought us closer together – more committed to one another – forever. Best friends by each other’s side no matter what comes our way – poopy butts and all!
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I just made this like 5 minutes ago, so I have no idea what I'm doing, so please bear with me, haha Well anywaaaays: We have a Christmas eve party every year, so a whole bunch of our family and friends were at our house, and there really wasn't enough space for all of us to sit in the living room all at once. My brother (btw he's 15 and I'm 16) wanted me to sit on his lap, but I really didn't want to since the dress I was wearing rose a few inches when sitting down and it was sleeveless, so I just didn't wanna be on my little brother like that! He's bigger than me, so he just pulled me onto him, anr eventually I just sat there, and was like whatever. Then I could feel his..."thing" coming up, and he was like breathing heavily, and shaking. It was scaring me a little, so I tried to descretely move onto his thigh, but he noticed, and was like "Oh..Sorry about...Ummm that happens when...yeah..." and he was really red, so I didn't want to embarrass him more, so I was just like, "What?" but he knew I was lying, and I felt bad for him. I understand that happens, he's a boy after all, but I'm his sister? I feel like it's my fault for wearing something like that around him (it actually was 3 inches above my knee, so it wasn't at all that short except when I sat down and it would rise...) We haven't said anything to each other since then, and I honestly don't even know WHAT to say since I feel all awkward and uncomfortable around him now...

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Teen guys get boners all the time. Forget about it.
It's no ones fault. He'd probably get it if your cat would sit in his lap. Really ... forget about it and don't mention it.

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First, don't ever feel like it's your fault for choosing the wrong clothes.
You're a teen girl. He's a teen boy. You're both horny. Acknowledge it, tell him how you feel, and move on.

It's awkward for you, but it's awkward for him too, and it really is a compliment that he has trouble controlling himself around you. IMO it really is best to just talk it over and tell him, hey, you know he thinks you're sexy, but you're off limits, and he needs to find himself a girlfriend/boyfriend before it gets out of hand.

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Your brother is a young man, and as such he gets aroused when a young female is around. Maybe a good advice for you is NOT to sit on his lap but just aside him. It's intimate as well (like two siblings need to be) but likely less arousing...
Anyhow, do not elaborate so much; nothing happened!

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To be fair, Ari, her brother pulled her butt onto his crotch. It's not like she did it on purpose.

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yeah straighten him out! stop it b4 it gets worse honey take my advice seriously:Tell him to cut the nastiness out b4 he does it frequently he was being a sicko and he put you on himself its gross and has to be stopped BELIEVE ME ;D its happened to me b4 but in a different way

it seems like he couldn't control it. his in his teen years, most boys tend to get boners regularly over anything really. dont worry just talk to him normally and dont even mention what happened cos he will get even more embarrassed. try not to be awkward around him cos then he will be awkward.

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To be fair, Ari, her brother pulled her butt onto his crotch. It's not like she did it on purpose.

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I see what you meant, Ari And thanks everyone, we talked about it; it's all good now

it wasnt so much of what u were wearing it was more of the fact that he had a girl sitting on his lap lol

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Weird. I don't think it is natural to get aroused around family members? Or am I the exception? Because if my sister sat on my lap or anything like that, it's as though a guy was in her place (I'm straight, btw), which means that there's no thought or reaction. I believe it's supposed to be like that.
"You use your heart as a weapon, and it hurts like Heaven."

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Some people have more of a mental element in their boners, some people have more of a physical one. Everyone's different. And who knows? If a guy started rubbing his butt against your lap maybe you'd get hard.

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Weird. I don't think it is natural to get aroused around family members? Or am I the exception? Because if my sister sat on my lap or anything like that, it's as though a guy was in her place (I'm straight, btw), which means that there's no thought or reaction. I believe it's supposed to be like that.

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Just a curiosity: have to ever tried? I think that taboo might give an enhanced thrill, and therefore the chances you'd get aroused are higher...
"You use your heart as a weapon, and it hurts like Heaven."

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It happened in the past but nope, no reaction.

What you said makes sense though. Is that why some female students hit on male teachers?

well its not you or your brothers fault...all boys get boners wether the like it or not

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you're his older sister! tell him not to worry about what happenned and it's perfectly normal, he's going through puberty and he gets unexpected erections

YEAH!! life IZ that simple!
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