OK, I just wanted to talk about the OCD thing. It is an illness. Until I was diagnosed by a doctor I thought I was going crazy. When it was at it's worse when I was reall upset I would count things. Doorways, stop signs. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I was always tied up in knots on the inside. When I was upset I would go home and clean. Then I would yell at my family wanting to know why they weren't cleaning too. I couldn't even go to sleep at night if there was a dirty dish in the sink. It was awful. The when I finally got the diagnoses and started taking medicine it helped. But I would still clean and I remember telling my h that he was lazy because he didn't do as much around the house as I did. The reality is no one could do as much as I did. And no one was as hard on myself as I was. So when I say that EVERYTHING my h complained agbout me being is true I mean it. I can actually read a book now, or look at the dirty clothes hamper full and just walk away. You dont know how freeing that is for someone like me. Can you imagine how bad I was after BD. The snooping was just another form of OCD. I just always got caught. I don't do those things anymore. Unless you have it you don't understand how it controls everyhting you think and do
