Awww, man....let's see...
I broke into his voicemail. Then changed his PIN code.
Broke into his email. Then changed his password. Multiple times. I'm a helluva hacker, I must say.
Would sit in my cold car at the end of his street in the wee hours of the morning, waiting to catch him doing
something...what it was, I'm not exactly sure...cheating on me, coming home high, all of the above?
I would go through his wallet, looking for any kind of incriminating evidence of cheating or drug use.
A few times, when he would take off for his weekend binge, I would actually drive into some of the WORST neighborhoods in West Philly and slowly cruise the blocks of crackhouses, hoping to find him. WTF was I thinking???
Man, I sure don't miss those days. It is such a RELIEF to be married to a great guy whom I trust 110%. But more than that, even if I didn't trust my husband so much, now I at least know that anything he does is on HIM...not about me. I love him to death but if something bad happened, I know that life goes on. I'm a survivor.