[imperfect_cupcake]

my wife and I had one bank account. My bank kept fucking me around and I just closed my account and stuck it in hers. We shared her bank card. One card. It never caused a problem. I don't why it didn't, it just didn't. Niether of us gave a shit because my money was hers, and hers was mine. All of our money was needed to be pooled for all of the bills, there was almost nothing left over. I budgeted what we had and told her how much shared spending money we had for the week.
if I spent anything that cost more than £10 I asked if that was ok with her first - we had to, we were fucking broke. Sometimes we didn't have enough bus fare and had to walk places.

I knew her passwords to her email accounts because I had to respond on her behalf to some things, english was her second language and writing is my strong point. she often got me to take care of the home admin and her personal admin, which ment as I had to respond as her. I would never open the emails. I only wrote them.

She trusted me to do this and I never broke it till the very end when I new she had been with a work collegue, sexually. I went away for three days to get support from my friends and for her to think about the marriage. when I came home, her bike was gone. I went into her email and found out just how long it had been going on. six weeks. they had been planning it for six weeks. She had been open about her sleeping with someone else, but not that she had been plotting it. I also found out that she had been lying about me, telling this girl she was looking after a mentally ill wife.

I'm glad I read those emails. I helped me to pack a bag of her stuff and throw it outside instead of asking her to work on the marriage, which is what I was asking her to do. She broke my trust, she broke the trust of the marriage and I had NO qualms about setting myself straight with info she had been lying by omission.

I even wrote the new gf and informed her of the lies - from her account.

I then closed her email and told her so she could change the password.

I would only do it again under similar circumstances.

I don't have a passcode on my phone. I don't need one.
I have one for my laptop but I have given it to my flatmate and my best mate.
I gave it to my date when she was visiting so she could book a ticket.

My FWB and I used to be OVERJOYED when we found each other's facebook open and logged in. Cause I LOVE leaving posts like "I just found an old dildo on the street and have decorated it to hang in my front window. please make sure you have a good look next time you come by. I think it sets the living room off nicely"
HAHAHAHAHA
She'd put "_______ (her name) is an amazing and wonderful being. In fact my favourite being ever. I will cook for her every day and do her laundry whenever she asks" etc. if she caught mine.

I had her ipad and access to everything. I never accessed it. But occationally emails would come up that I could see and I would get upset and I asked her to please disable that.

I pee in front of my friends too, with the bathroom door open and everything. I have baths with my flat mate on the toilet and my neighbour sitting on the floor and we drink coco. I view it as a tiny hot tub, really.

Last weekend I was getting ready for a party at a pub, and my date was getting ready in my room and I had some friends over for pre-drinks. So I was also standing in the kitchen at one point in my knickers, bra ans stockings, mixing cocktails and yelling at one of my mates to grab me my corset so she could do me up while I poured.
I was in a rush.

I'm not a pvt person, very much, in many ways. In some ways, I am.