W asked me this morning if I have been reading her journal, ummmmmm uh oh, I didn't say yes, basically beat around the bush. I feel tiny right now. But I don't really care.
I'm not going to read it anymore.
Told her I don't go in her room or through her things, not going to waste my time. She probably doesn't believe me but nothing I say right now she will believe anyway.
She might believe the truth, especially one that might be a little painful to admit on your part.
