At some point in the rollercoaster of relationships, most of us have snooped. Some of us highly regret it cause we either find something we don’t want to know, or it ends up damaging our relationship.
I used to be a snooper. I believed my ex was cheating on me so needed concrete evidence which sadly was easy to find so once I know I kicked him to the curb. But what if you accidentally happen to see something when you weren’t technically snooping?
This happened to me recently, and I wish I never saw something – The Wallpaper Pic.
I was hanging out with my ex cause I’m an idiot, and he claimed to be dating a bunch of people which is fine. I’d rather he have meaningless relationships then have a girlfriend, but I do my best to sway away from any conversation about the women he may or may not be seeing. I don’t need to go there. So here we are watching Netflix when his phone starts blowing up and he shuts the ringer off and starts texting back and forth with someone and I was like great. Maybe it’s just one of fifty girls he’s seeing so no bid deal. Then he puts his phone down and there it is – a picture of the girl that broke us up years ago. I never made the wallpaper when we were together so that hurt. I sat there thinking what are my options. Do I confront him about it? Do I say nothing? I knew if I said anything I would be gas lite, and it would be my fault for accidentally seeing it, so that option seemed bad, but I couldn’t just sit there and continue watching tv knowing what I saw. Again, I didn’t mean to see it and truly wish I hadn’t seen it, especially knowing I was never a wallpaper pic, but sometimes things cross our path and happen for a reason so I asked him about it.
Needless to say it didn’t go well. He said I shouldn’t be going through his phone and snoop. Mind you I didn’t even touch his phone and wasn’t snooping and wish I hadn’t seen the wallpaper pic, but there’s no use in arguing with a pathological liar and do I really need this havoc in my life. He left and I ended up texting him later on wishing him the best. I think I said something cheesy like a picture speaks a thousand words. So that was that.
A week later I was minding my own business and walking home from the store when I ran into a mutual friend who I hadn’t seen in ages. I didn’t bring up my ex but of course he did and said that he had bought a house with his girlfriend. I didn’t ask to hear this, I don’t need to know this, I don’t want to know this, but sometimes things come our way and there’s nothing you can really do about it.
As I walked home I thought to myself what is worse? The picture of the wallpaper that seemed to be seared in my brain, or knowing that he bought a house with that wallpaper girl? For some odd reason the pic was worse. You’d think the seriousness of them owning a house together would take the cake on regretting knowing something I didn’t ask or want to know, but the wallpaper pic took the cake. Bottom line, when it comes to lying in relationships, whether you seek information out, or it just happens to cross your path, both are toxic. Sayonara!