I was over at Bellow today reading about her recent break/break-up with David (btw if you aren't reading Bellow you should be.) anyway... the short version is (if you are too lazy to click over there and find out what's up) that the long distance thang is wearing on the both of them, but he's been saying it is ok... But KJ found his journal and it says differently... This struck a real chord with me about finding a significant other's personal records of "stuff"...

When E and I first broke up I "happened" to know what the password to his email account was... I know, bad girl... and thus began checking his email for him every day to see if he was getting any juicy emails from that Anorexic Slut he started fucking instead of me. I found something much, much worse. An email from his best friend congratulating him on his score with the "super-model, perfect 10"... I knew those had to be E's words regurgitated. My heart was shattered, as well as my ego, I wished I hadn't been snooping at all. I knew that he was screwing her, it would have been better in the end if I hadn't known that he was going around calling her a "supermodel, perfect 10"... Turns out later on... Much, much later on I found out that he knew I was checking his email and he asked C to write the email to punish me. Still, I learned my lesson. The harsh "truth" isn't something most of us can handle. I think that's why I didn't want to hear any of A's excuses for why she lied about what she and D were doing. I don't want to know. I already know enough, I don't need the details. It would only hurt me more. I don't need to hear anything else from either one of them. Ever. I would like to say that I'd never snoop in anyone else's things again, but somehow I always seem to happen across the things I shouldn't see. I'll never go looking again though. It hurt me too much the other times, I hate being right and having proof. I just hate it.