So here it is…no lies, no ■■■■■■■■…I’m open to honest answers…if you are negative, just save your time and don’t reply…please.
It’s 4:20am (and I don’t even smoke pot), and I am in belief that my fiance has her ex hiding in the attic waiting for me to go to sleep so she can ■■■■ him. I came to this conclusion because of her picking arguments with me for no reason and then not wanting anything to do with me. But before you start to think I’m just a insecure, jealous douchebag…let me explain. I put things around the house in certain spots and I know exactly how they should be. Things get moved that shouldn’t even be touched. Some of my things come up missing, often. This has been going on for a couple months. While laying in bed with her “sleeping”, watching tv, I notice the comforter moving in a suspicious way. I get up quickly but no one is there. No one is in the room because I did turn on the lights and search, while she is bitching at me “WTF are you doing…I’m trying to sleep!”. I’'ve also seen the couch cushions move in a related way. The next day I cut slits in the couch, underneath the cushions, trying to find out how he is fingering her while laughing at me. It’s got to be impossible for a person to get inside it. I did put small pieces of paper between the attic door so if it was opened, it would fall…And the paper had fallen to the ground. I also hear the door close sometimes late at night, but she’s by my side sleeping.I decided to go in the attic tonight before bed and she got hysterical saying “I’m calling the cops to get you baker acted”. I didn’t give a ■■■■ though. Only thing in my mind is, I know this pussy is in here and I’m dragging him out by his neck! I went in and he’s nowhere to be found. Although I had only a couple minutes to look and she was calling the law…I had to look fast and get the ■■■■ out. I didn’t get a good look and there is tons of insulation he could have been under. I will be back in there before I leave for work! My other activities include work…that is all! I go to work and then I come home and work in the yard. I don’t have friends…people I know are called acquaintances. Friends always want something from you. My brother is bi-polar adhd, my dad is bi-polar (takes syriquil and lithium as well …don’t know if that might help), and the only problem my mom had was stress. Anyway, time to get ready for work…but the attic first. This is my first time telling this to anyone. Is it just my mind???