Snooping is bad. Guess what. My early snooping became addictive and it was so meaningless. I found a weird pattern in my bank statements and phone bills. Of course that meant an affair. Maybe not. My H actually was talking texting sport scores with his brother's best friend. haha. The late night romantic Monday dinners I imagined with some OW turned out to be breakfasts with an elderly uncle before dialysis. He still doesn't know I was snooping, but he suspects so now his mail goes elsewhere. It is so stupid. Even if it confirms the worst. You can't punish someone to come back home.
Me:38 H:39 MLC M:10 R:23 years D6 S3 Bomb: Easter, 2007 "Every day may not be good, but there's something good in every day."
