My boyfriend was acting a bit off lately. A bit distant. I asked him what was up and he just told me he was in a depressive hole lately. But I couldn’t quell on that gut-feeling that something was wrong, so, yes, I went ahead and snooped his phone while he was asleep. And I found exactly what I feared. He had a girl on the side. 

I felt a whirlwind of emotions. I wanted to wake him up and cuss him out. But instead I got dressed and wrote a note by his bedside explaining what I found out before I left. He later called me and yelled at me over the phone, calling me a piece of shit for invading his privacy and telling me that this proves I never trusted him.

I’m not pro-snooping unless you get the sense that something is REALLY wrong. I have friends who snoop their boyfriends phones all the time, for no reason other than just being nosy. I’m against that. 

I’m glad I did it. I’m glad I didn’t live another day, another week, another 3 months with someone who was cheating on me. “Ignorance is bliss”? Fuck that. I saved myself a lot of heartbreak in the future just by snooping. 