another farting story

I am the kind of girl that has never and will never feel comfortable passing gas or number two-ing in the same vicinity as their partner (yes, I am aware I should get over this, but no, I don't think I ever will). The gym, the office, or basically anywhere else has always been my outlet. Let's just say that now, living in a 600 sq ft one-bedroom apartment with my fiance, I am miserably trapped. I have nowhere to *literally* go. This is not a drill. Thank you COVID-19 for fucking up my entire digestive system.