Spy Man

Bryan reads my email. He has always read my email. My laptop sits at the entrance to the kitchen so it’s easy to take a quick gander as you walk by. This hasn’t always bothered me, but lately I fume every time I catch him doing it. He walks upstairs from his basement office, stops to read what’s new on my computer, then pours himself a cup of coffee and heads back downstairs.

It downright makes my pissy, and I don’t know why.

It’s not like I have anything to hide – I’m not corresponding with a secret lover or trying to plan a surprise party. I don’t mind what he sees, and half the time he comes across information I’d forgotten to tell him anyway.

I think I just want some fucking privacy, is that so much to ask? I can’t eat my breakfast without someone wanting a bite, I can’t pee without an audience of toddlers, and the other day Bryan barged into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth.


I know, not a terribly private thing to be doing, but I AM NEVER ALONE.

Maybe it’s because he’s home all day now so it’s just a matter of increased frequency, but MAN I almost bitched him up one side and down the other today.

He made up for it later when did all the prep work for our House of Barbeque night. I love that man.

3 thoughts on “Spy Man”

  1. little consolation, and definately not the “point” of the post, but you ALWAYS have the “windows key” + “L” to lock your computer…

    otherwise pray for synchronized naps w/the kids 😉

  2. Hey Jen,

    Know that you are following in the great tradition of some well known literary minds. Dorris Lessing’s “To Room Nineteen,” explores this subject to its bitter end. I can’t say that I know what you are going through, but I say you should definitely get some free time.


    I love Bryan though. He is so cool 🙂

    This is for him and you:

    How do you keep a man from reading your email?
    You save it in a folder titled: Instruction Manuals 🙂

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