Arghhhhhh
Yesterday I discovered that before Christmas my DH spent £300 on a piece of jewellery. It wasn't for me.
I decided not to confront him, but to try and get my hands on hod mobile and see if there was any clue about it there.
I couldn't get his phone last night. Then he asked if I wanted to have a drink, I thought 'fuck it' so did.
I exploded at him, he denied all, and slept on the sofa. He's had loads of time to delete anything / come up with a story. He's not talking to me this morning and I'm not sure what to do from here.