I read my wifes diary that I found in our crawl space from when she was 22-25. (we met at 27)
This was the time spanning from after her only other serious relationship and us meeting, when she went a bit wild.
I wish I never read it.
We have always been open about our sexual past (or at east I thought) and often would tell stories about our past lovers while we fooled around. (aka she talks while I go down) I absolutely loved that sharing! But I learned that it wasnt true. I dont even care about what she did in the past. They were just sexy stories. What I do care is how she straight up lied to me about somethings. And I dont know why. The stuff she lied about is not anything to be ashamed of. But the lies itself makes me cast doubts on anything she has told me.
I don't care about WHAT she did. It was in the past, and its her right to tell or hide anything she wants. But her telling me "This is the truth" and finding out it is a lie, has hurt me.
I'm being petty....but sometimes creeping doesnt pay
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