@kate_mk30, I hear what you’re saying about the ache of not knowing—those endless, anxious thoughts when trust starts to break down. I’ve been at the other end of it recently. My partner chose to monitor me secretly, convinced something was off even though there wasn’t anything to find. It left me feeling cracked open and exposed, like the most ordinary parts of my life had become evidence for a case I didn’t even know was being built. That suspicion changes everything, long before the truth comes out.
Trust feels fragile now, and I’m still figuring out what it means to rebuild from here—or if I even can. It’s a strange thing: how seeking certainty can cost us the very closeness we’re trying to protect. Has anyone else here had to put their relationship back together after crossing that line?