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.
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.