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I have quite a few demons and was advised by a councellor to write a 'autobiography' of my life to help me see things as they are/were from the past to the present date. I thought it was a daft idea assuming that my life was too dull to write about and that I'd end up with 2 pages of waffle at most. I gave it a try anyway though.
As it happened I got really into it, From the very first stages of my life I wrote and wrote, details and events came back to me that I'd previously forgotten, good and bad memories were brought to the surface and it felt so good writing everything down and it really was helping me.
I became obsessed with it and would work at it nearly every night, I'm currently on chapter 15 and I'm only half way through my story so far!
Anyway the chapters of my "book" are kept on the pc in a private folder. DH uses a seperate laptop so doesn't use this much so I assumed they wouldn't even be noticed. Anyway he did notice them and asked what they were...rather than lie to him I told him they were chapters of my life which I was writing to face my own 'head demons' and I explained to him that it was vitally important to me that they were not read by ANYONE, not even him. He agreed.
Anyway a week or so later he was acting funny and eventually told me that he couldn't resist taking a peek and that the first chapter had engrossed him so much that he read the full thing . I was livid, to try and soften the blow he said he "understood" and was "there for me" and that the book was so good I should try and get it published once finished.
I am so upset over this, the writing was so personal, there was stuff there that I've not told ANYONE and never intended to, details of abuse I suffered as a child, details of bad things I have done in the past, details of bad things that have happened to me, deep feelings about my parents...and he's read it all.
I'm just so gutted, I feel like deleting the full lot as its no longer my personal thing, its become 'entertainment' and I feel like I've been betrayed in the worst possible way.
Please tell me I'm not blowing this out of proportion... I honestly feel like walking out. I'm gutted.