u/No-Olive-1290

Hi all. The title pretty much sums it up. Ever since I was 6 years old, I've kept a journal. I've always been an avid reader and writer, so I journaled a lot, especially when I was in middle and high school. I have since stopped journaling as much, but I still do it from time to time. As of right now, I have 13 filled journals.

A few months ago, we were going through some totes in the closet to try and downsize a little. In one of them were all of my old journals, and my husband happened to open that one first. He lifted one of them up and opened it before I could react. It was my first ever journal that I kept from ages 6 to 10. By now, it's starting to come apart, and I've taped it together in a lot of spots.

My first instinct was to snatch it right out of his hand, but I didn't want to rip apart my journal, so I told him to put it down. He was confused and asked why he couldn't read it. I said it was because it's personal and I don't like anyone reading my journals. He got a little quiet and put it back, apologizing.

After that, we continued our day as normal. It wasn't brought up again for months, so I honestly forgot about it. But last night, my husband came up to me, giving me a weird look. He was smiling, but it seemed... pained somehow? Or pitying? I asked him what was up, and he didn't say anything but just pulled me into a hug. I didn't hug back at first because I was confused and a little freaked out at how he was acting.

I asked him what the hug was for, and that's when he admitted that over the last few months, he's been reading my journals while I'm at work (he works from home). And now that he's finished reading ALL of them, he's telling me it made him love me even more and he loves reading my writing.

I won't lie, I kinda lost it. All my childhood, my mother (who I'm no longer on speaking terms with) would come into my room and read my journal. I hated it so much. I hated the idea of anyone reading my journals because they were supposed to be just for my eyes. So I told my husband that it doesn't matter if it made him love me more, I still feel violated and he still explicitly went against what I asked. He started to get quiet again, apologizing and giving me this wounded puppy look. But I was so upset that I made him sleep in the guest room.

Now I'm wondering if I was a little too harsh on him. I don't want to get a divorce, so I'm trying to figure out how to move past this. I just can't stop thinking about every little thing I wrote in those journals. I wrote about my crushes, friends, relationships, family problems, depression, SA, literally everything. He knows all of it now, and while I don't really have a problem with him knowing, I just wasn't ready to tell him yet. There are some things we don't have to share with our partners. He took that choice away from me. AIO?

Edit: He did know about the SA and past traumas. I just never gave him the explicit details I wrote in my journals.

Hi all. The title pretty much sums it up. Ever since I was 6 years old, I've kept a journal. I've always been an avid reader and writer, so I journaled a lot, especially when I was in middle and high school. I have since stopped journaling as much, but I still do it from time to time. As of right now, I have 13 filled journals.

A few months ago, we were going through some totes in the closet to try and downsize a little. In one of them were all of my old journals, and my husband happened to open that one first. He lifted one of them up and opened it before I could react. It was my first ever journal that I kept from ages 6 to 10. By now, it's starting to come apart, and I've taped it together in a lot of spots.

My first instinct was to snatch it right out of his hand, but I didn't want to rip apart my journal, so I told him to put it down. He was confused and asked why he couldn't read it. I said it was because it's personal and I don't like anyone reading my journals. He got a little quiet and put it back, apologizing.

After that, we continued our day as normal. It wasn't brought up again for months, so I honestly forgot about it. But last night, my husband came up to me, giving me a weird look. He was smiling, but it seemed... pained somehow? Or pitying? I asked him what was up, and he didn't say anything but just pulled me into a hug. I didn't hug back at first because I was confused and a little freaked out at how he was acting.

I asked him what the hug was for, and that's when he admitted that over the last few months, he's been reading my journals while I'm at work (he works from home). And now that he's finished reading ALL of them, he's telling me it made him love me even more and he loves reading my writing.

I won't lie, I kinda lost it. All my childhood, my mother (who I'm no longer on speaking terms with) would come into my room and read my journal. I hated it so much. I hated the idea of anyone reading my journals because they were supposed to be just for my eyes. So I told my husband that it doesn't matter if it made him love me more, I still feel violated and he still explicitly went against what I asked. He started to get quiet again, apologizing and giving me this wounded puppy look. But I was so upset that I made him sleep in the guest room.

Now I'm wondering if I was a little too harsh on him. I don't want to get a divorce, so I'm trying to figure out how to move past this. I just can't stop thinking about every little thing I wrote in those journals. I wrote about my crushes, friends, relationships, family problems, depression, SA, literally everything. He knows all of it now, and while I don't really have a problem with him knowing, I just wasn't ready to tell him yet. There are some things we don't have to share with our partners. He took that choice away from me.

How can I move past this?

Edit: He did know about the SA and past traumas. I just never gave him the explicit details I wrote in my journals.

I (m25) have been dating my girlfriend (f25) for just over a year and a half. We recently moved into a new apartment together, and now some issues are cropping up that weren't there when we weren't living together.

The biggest of these issues is that if she hears me fart, she says I should go change my underwear because now I'm just sitting in shit particles. And while I guess technically she's right, I feel like no one does this. But she's so insistent that it's unhygienic to remain in the same underwear after farting that I'm second-guessing myself, which is why I'm here.

This never came up before we started living together because we just never farted in front of each other. Mine can be pretty rancid sometimes, so if I had to fart when I was with her, I'd try to hold it in until I could step into the bathroom or another room to let it rip.

But now that I'm living with her, I figured we should be comfortable around each other enough to fart if we need to, as long as it's not when we're in close proximity to each other or when we're eating or something. Plus I want to be able to fart in my own home, is that too much to ask?

Today I was in the office playing a VR game. I left the door open because it gets stuffy when it's closed, but I thought my gf was in the living room on her computer, out of earshot. I felt the need to fart, so I did. Apparently she was walking by on the way to the bathroom and heard it, but I didn't see her because I had the headset on, and she didn't say anything right then. But when she came out of the bathroom, she came up to me and asked if I changed my underwear. I took off my headset and said no, why? And she was like because you just farted. I was a little embarrassed because I didn't think she would hear, but I was even more confused and asked why I should change my underwear just because I farted.

She starts talking about poop particles and all that, tells me she always changes her underwear if she farts, and says that me not changing mine is gross. I kind of tried arguing back and saying it's unrealistic because people normally fart several times a day, and who TF is changing their underwear each time? But she just got upset and said that bad hygiene is a deal breaker for her, so I just went and changed my underwear.

Idk what to do. I love her but this is crazy to me and it's even crazier that it's a deal breaker for her. I don't consider myself to be unhygienic, and I don't think that farting without changing your underwear is bad hygiene. I mean if it's more than just a fart then yeah of course you should change it, but not just for a regular fart. Does anyone do this? Any ideas on how I can reason with her? Or am I disgusting for sitting in farty underwear all my life?

This is only happening on my app and not my wife's, even though we have the same phone and the same version of Reddit installed, so this seems to be some terrible new feature they're rolling out gradually.

The whole point of Reddit is that it's a discussion platform. If I tap on a media post, I want to be able to swipe up to see the comments. And that's how it used to be. But now when I swipe up, it brings me to some random other post that I don't care about or want to be seeing. Literally every time this happens, I just scroll back up to the post I was originally on. Not once have I wanted to interact with the next post it shoves down my throat. But that doesn't matter, because the post still technically got engagement from me "opening" it unwillingly.

Literally every other social media app has adopted this mindless doom scrolling timeline, and this is making me think that Reddit is trying to go down this route too. Reddit is the only social media app I have because I don't like the whole doom scrolling thing, so it's infuriating that they're rolling out this change that no one asked for.

I'm posting this here because I hope to god it's just a bug in the app, but the fact that it's happening to me and not my wife makes me think it's intentional. Has anyone else been experiencing this? Is there any way to get it back to the way it was?