This morning I grabbed my purse and there was a keyring full of keys laying on top of it.
I asked H 'what's this?'
He put them in his pocket and changed the subject to a mitten he had found in the middle of the yard.
I asked him what the keys are for?
He said he didn't remember them all, they must have fallen out of his skibibs when he got home last night (and landed squarely on top of my purse?). One was for his gun case, bumble bumble bumble..., no other answers for about 6 keys. (I know at one time he had a key for a lockbox for ow and he threatened me 'if you ever tell anyone'.)
I said "and for your house in XXX?"
He started to nod no but didn't finish that nod, looked real sheepish, and tried to nod no again, we maintained eye contact, he didn't say anything. I left for work.

Tell me what you think.
It almost seems like H tires of his secret life and wants me to find out and then he gets all cranked at me and blames me.
When this all started he left cell phone bills lay around and I finally looked at them. Then he gets mad and had to hide them all. Blames me.
When his credit took a dump the statements laid around and I finally looked at them. Then he gets mad and made them all paperless. Blames me.
When I first had hints about his 'other place' he always denied. Now we had another money talk and these keys appear on top of my purse. Coincidence? I don't think so.
I wish I had not been so surprised and just grabbed them and put them in my pocket and not said anything.


Live your life while you are still living.
Riding the trail less traveled.