I told him that I thought maybe someone had been at our place. He told me that it wouldn't make a difference what he told me, as I wouldn't believe him anyway. I just said, H, that's not true....however, I will tell you that I do not want anyone that I do not know or OW to ever step foot in my home. Things relaxed after that.
Ewwwww do you really think she was there looking through your stuff? Maybe it was your H looking through things? Hey, maybe you need to leave some romantic poetry in your nighties and sign it with some intial (like some guy gave it to you!).
There is no arriving, ever. It is all a continual becoming.
