Living with a boy II: The day my husband read my journal

There you have it. All my secrets are out. I mean its bad enough he checks in on the .com every now and again, and there is plenty of incriminating evidence here if you look for it…but my journal?

That felt like a MAJOR invasion of my privacy. OK I will back up. It goes a little something like this-

IT was a COLD dark winter night. I work until 6:00pm daily, so by the time the last agent logs off the phones, I shut down my work stuff, rummage through my [purse/coat/pockets/cube] looking for my badge, punch out and get home, it feels much later than it is.

Ringing the door bell- I had gloves on and didn’t want to fiddle with the key.

Adam opens the door- GIANT smile and a hug.

 Then, the following conversations takes place:

 

And that made sense to me.

I mean it’s a journal.

I felt like Bridget Jones in the scene where Mark reads her diary & then takes off.

It’s a diary, everyone knows diaries are full of crap.

And they are.

Don’t judge me, but when I write in my journal at night about how horrible my day was or how mean so and so was or how I felt so sad, it’s me venting. It’s the raw emotion without any repercussions. I can rant and yell and scream through my pen. It is cathartic in nature.

And also why my diary cannot be trusted solely.

I have a few friends that I like to tease- I am the one with a journal so it’s going down my way in history. And really it is.

So it wasn’t so much that I had anything to hide. I just hadn’t thought about sharing all that. IT was a good thing it was JUST my journal starting January 2010, so he was there for most of those events. He understands the circumstances and he knew me at that time.

I would have {DIED} if it was my journal from a few years ago when I had another love interest, differ circumstances and was quite frankly a different person. That would have felt like a betrayal of sorts.

So Here I am.

All my secrets revealed.

Wondering where are the boundaries once you are married…or are there any?

More importantly, does it even matter? I have promised to be honest and love this person for eternity. I would have shared all those thought with him anyways…eventually, in time.

And I guess, for me, RIGHT NOW... it doesn’t.

This isn’t a fight I’m willing to pick, I'm not judging just for me it wasn't worth it. It is more funny than anything.

Adam has since promised to read any [journals/mail/post cards/text messages] without asking first. And he let me be a princess for a day to make up for it.

All in all a good trade... I would say so. Thoughts?

 ♥ the MRS.

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