He woke me up at 5:30 this morning when he was leaving for work to ask if I was using condoms, then explained, "I went to your room last night and noticed the Vaginal Contraceptive Film." I was sound asleep. I answered the question, but I didn't elaborate.
I woke up at 8, pissed off. I don't leave anything out because I share a room with the grandkids when they are here. My VCF is in my backpack and ironically, last night before bed I was putting things away, I crumpled the receipt and threw it away, then took the empty bag and put it in the bag-of-bags. I left the yarn and flower on the bed (it's a xmas gift project) and put the VCF in my backpack, zipped the backpack closed and left it on my bed as well.
SO YEAH. I get up and go upstairs and the receipt, which obviously HAD BEEN crumpled, is laid out flat on the top of the trash in the garbage can. Further more it says "VCF." My backpack has been moved around, suggesting that it likely was opened and gone through as well.
Seriously? After everything else you think it's reasonable to dig through my shit?!?!?!??!
Don't get me wrong, there are no secrets, so there's nothing exciting to find. But that is SO NOT THE DAMN POINT! You tell me that you are done, want a divorce. You waffle back and forth for 4 fucking months. Then you tell me last night that you are "setting me free" blah blah blah. And sometime in the middle of the night you go through my shit.
I'm so offended.
I texted him that I wasn't impressed that he was digging through my stuff. He denied it. But really, I'm not stupid, and that was obvious. His response is, "I thought we were supposed to be giving each other the benefit of the doubt" (because I complained that he doesn't do that for me; he assumes my every action is an attempt to hurt him).
So I just shut the hell up. But that doesn't change how offended I am.
Giving you the benefit of the doubt does not mean standing here staring at what has obviously been moved around and pretending it didn't move. The receipt didn't uncrumple itself and lay itself flat over the rest of the trash. The backpack didn't open itself and move around.
And no one else was awake, nor would anyone else CARE about a receipt that said VCF, flower, tictacs and their respective prices.
ASININE!