My girlfriend and I had broken up for a while, and during that time I made two very fatal mistakes. The first would be dating another woman while we were broken up, and the second, and more completely fatal, would involve writing about said women in my journal.

After we had patched things up and resumed our slow and methodical mental and emotional abuse towards each other, some call this dating, I had come home to find her crying and distraught on the sofa. Beside her was my journal opened and face down on the floor. I said, "Did you read my journal?", and in my head I screamed, "Holy shit she read my fucking journal." I scanned my memory for incriminating entries. I immediatly came upon the other women. Shit. Sure, I probably should of told her about the other woman, but I felt it was inconsequential, and why should I bring her undo pain and suffering. Also, I was a little afraid of her explosive reaction if she ever found out. In fact, at that point I was feeling quite a bit of fear. I don't really want to go into further discussion regarding my tendancy to be a huge schmuck, or my even greater ability to step into it at any give time that seems somewhat appropriate. I think its fairly clear that I need to remove my head from my ass on at least a few occasions during the day. I would like to delve further into the topic of reading one's private and very personal journal, and how this action is wrong and most violating no matter how tempting or how insane your relationship may be. Sure, the journal owner could be in the process of withholding some valuable information that he is seriously considering divulging to a person, but said person may be paralyzed in fear of the inevitable insane and psychotic outbursts after divulging such information. I think the main point is, if someone violates the sanctity of your very private and personal thoughts and feeling, you should be cleansed of any improprieties or wrong doing you may have inadvertently committed. She did not see the logic in my reasoning.