Out phones have the same password so we can use various apps with whoever's phone is closer. I know H's password that he uses for most things but hardly use it unless I'm paying a bill on an account if his. Otherwise I always ask permission first. He asks me if he needs my passwords for something and j give it to him. I don't think he has any of them memorized. I'd be suspicious if he weren't willing to give me his password but I also don't go snooping and trust he does the same.
I admit I occasionally snoop. He used to message an x hookup on facebook and I read their conversations. Nothing was sexual but I was uncomfortable with some things (very very few, but still...) he was saying because it painted me in a bad light. They eventually stopped talking after our first was born. I was snoop free for awhile. Then a few years later i found condoms in his car when I was vacuuming it. He had a bizarre excuse and i never found anything else, so i had to let it go. But yes, I snoop.
I admit I occasionally snoop. He used to message an x hookup on facebook and I read their conversations. Nothing was sexual but I was uncomfortable with some things (very very few, but still...) he was saying because it painted me in a bad light. They eventually stopped talking after our first was born. I was snoop free for awhile. Then a few years later i found condoms in his car when I was vacuuming it. He had a bizarre excuse and i never found anything else, so i had to let it go. But yes, I snoop.
Hmm, this caught my attention. What was his excuse?
Post by megster20185 on Mar 18, 2015 18:03:12 GMT -5
He has my password. I use the same password for everything. I don't have a smartphone. I have his code to his phone but not his email. He only has a work email so I have no need to read it. Any emails that I may need to read he forwards to me which doesn't happen often.
I admit I occasionally snoop. He used to message an x hookup on facebook and I read their conversations. Nothing was sexual but I was uncomfortable with some things (very very few, but still...) he was saying because it painted me in a bad light. They eventually stopped talking after our first was born. I was snoop free for awhile. Then a few years later i found condoms in his car when I was vacuuming it. He had a bizarre excuse and i never found anything else, so i had to let it go. But yes, I snoop.
Why did you have to let it go? No way in hell would I let that go.