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Much love, guys. Now our first story comes from Help Me Recalibrate who says

am I the asshole for insisting that I have nothing to apologize for after my husband read my diary.

I'm trying to stay focused here but my edibles have kicked in and I need advice. I've kept a diary

since I was 10. It is my form of therapy and I need advice. I've kept a diary since I was 10.

It is my form of therapy and I do not police my thoughts.

I've never let anyone read my diary.

My husband and I started dating over a decade ago.

One day a couple of months in, he was over at my apartment and I'd hopped in the shower.

When I came out, he was sitting on the bed shell-shocked. He said he at my apartment and I'd hopped in the shower. When I came out, he was sitting on the

bed shell-shocked. He said he read my journal, which was mostly about my life as a newly

single woman. He told me it really stung to read all that. But wait, hold on, how did you find it?

He said he was looking for matches. He couldn't tell me why he kept

reading even after he knew what it was, but his apology was sincere and I forgave him. Not too long

after that, things got messy. He started getting either very sad or very angry while referring

to things he read. His feelings were so intense that I started apologising for my

thoughts. Anyway, we got married. A decade later, I was thinking of divorce and wrote a ton

to process my thoughts about some sensitive topics. Again, he stumbled upon my journal and read it

all. I was pissed, but he convinced me that he would never do it again.

Besides, he was really hurt by the things I wrote, and I felt bad.

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