LT, ugh, it stinks that you know this feeling, and I'm sorry for that. I have never been a "snooper". I know his profile is there, I can look It up if I choose. I really don't want to know. If it doesn't help me, then it has no place in my head. I don't have room for anymore negative, lol.
My brother was snoopy, growing up. He snooped at all of his Christmas gifts in the closet. I didn't want to know. I wanted the surprise. It was my brother who snooped in our parent's file cabinet and found out about our half sibling... He called me down to look because he was freaking out, beside himself.
When I first started suspecting H was hiding things, heck, even before that. I never snooped his emails, texts, calls, his closet... Maybe I should have been more snoopy, in hindsight. But what would it have changed? I don't want to be that person. And I don't want to be with a person I can't trust. I shouldn't have to snoop, is my position. But, it was also the "clueless" mindset that let I my guard down and allowed this in.
uR, I am really seeing how desperate H is to search the world over for something he has all along...like Dorothy, at the end of The Wizard of Oz...lol... He has to get all the way down that brick road, meet some strange characters, including flying monkeys and witches... Ugh. Hopefully he'll get there. And he'll see there is no "Great Oz". Behind the curtain, he will learn it's all a facade. And he can look inside.
