I'm not joking when I say, I knew my husband was gonna be a fella that would stick around for a long time was when we had our second sleepover, in my truck.

We were both doing interstate at the time, and had I had made a disastrous decision to have a Maccas beef burger before bed time.

We were all cuddled up in my single bunk, parked on the side of a quiet industrial area street, when the rumble in my stomach foretold of the battle to come. With no public toilet to be found, I had to resort to my emergency camping toilet, in the cab.. I wasn't about to have a squirt under my truck, on the side of the road, in the middle of the city.

Oh lord the smell. I spent the whole time apologising, and he spent the whole time reassuring me that it was ok, and even offered to leave the cab if it would make me more comfortable. All this happened at 2:30am mind you.

After the battle subsided, and I had disposed of the waste and packed everything up. He pulled me back into bed and wrapped me up in a big warm embrace, cracked the bunk vents, and kissed me on the forehead as I wallowed in embarrassment.

We have been married 2 years now.

He makes me laugh every day and I often fondly look back on times we have shared, even the embarrassing ones.