Hiya Grat..................
I certainly understand the 'need to know' if you suspect something is going on! I understand the search for answers, going through someone else's papers, whatever.
When I was young, under ten, older than 5, and was told that I didn't belong, that I was adopted, I began a search. At least I think that; so it began. Maybe is was just a suspicion of my own, but at THAT AGE?
I WENT INTO MOM'S STORAGE ROOM, FULL OF BOXES AND I SEARCHED EVERY ONE, AND OVER AGAIN, AND OVER AGAIN, AND COULD NEVER FIND ANY PROOF THAT I BELONGED.
Well this is snooping but I didn't think so. I was being lied to and I needed some proof. We moved fgrom one farm to another when I was 8 and now we had an attic where all this stuff was kept. I was a loner, not belonging, and I spent my time again, going through everything in the attic. Then my grandmother sent some things for us to store, books etc. and I searched page by page. I knew there had to be proof somehwere.
Grandma died and part of what she left to the kids was one old painting apiece and money. My paointing was a lovely one in old gold with a little child. There was paper on the back and I ripped it to pieces looking for my proof and I was 17 now.
I spent 17 years searching for nothing, but it became a habit. However, what was left to search??? My daughter's father had no papers, but had a lovely men's jewelry case.........................well that took 5 minutes.
In 1998 I met the psychopath and in 6 months had moved 2000 miles away. There was something weird about him, and one day he was going away for the day, but hooked up his hard drive to my computer to help copy all my files friom a failing hard drive. I was just clicking around on stuff waiting for files to copy and I found myself on his hard drive and a 45 page document about his life.
I moved it over to my hard drive and never did anything with it, but read it. It was about his life up to March 31, 1998, one day before I met him.
Some of the things made me unserstand him better, but I also found most of it crude.
Yes. I am a snoop because I was told I didn't belong
Love Izzy
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