I Snooped His Phone and It Blew Up in My Face

Jealousy, cheating, and the shit I found out

Look, I did it. I checked his phone while he was showering. Not proud, but don’t regret it either. You want the whole story? Buckle up, ’cause it’s a wild ride.

Why? I caught the asshole cheating for months. With the Taco Bell chick, no joke. Fucking ridiculous. I mean, of all places, Taco Bell? Really?

Everything was there. Messages, pics, meetup plans. They were sexting while I slept next to him. Gross. I’m talking full-on nudes, dirty talk, the works. Made me wanna puke.

You’re thinking, “Crazy bitch, invading his privacy.” I get it. But if I hadn’t looked, I’d still be the idiot. Sometimes you gotta do shady shit to uncover shadier shit, you know?

Wasn’t the first time I checked. I’d been suspicious for weeks. He was always hiding his phone, taking calls in private, staying late at “work.” Red flags everywhere. I felt it in my gut, but kept telling myself I was paranoid.

Yeah, I know it’s shitty of me. Trust is important, blah blah blah. But being cheated on is worse. And let’s be real, if you’ve never even thought about checking your partner’s phone, you’re either a saint or a liar.

It sucked deciding to do it. Spent nights awake, jealous as hell, imagining shit…