Chuck told me once that snooping is not worth my time and that I need to do things that are life-affirming. He was right. Sometimes it helps me to study why I'm snooping. I already know that H is having an affair. I realized that I do it out of fear. Occasionally I still snoop--and it never makes me feel good. I always get angry or hurt and usually both. Now, like A14, I just assume the worst. That may not be healthy either, but it keeps me going and helps me focus on ME.
