went upstairs this morning to find my dp reading my diary. he did not realise i had seen him so he chucked it down. I calmly asked him why he had been reading it without asking first and he lied to me and said he hadn't. I told him that i knew he had and he proceeded to shout at me - like it was my fault. I said i wasn't listening to his rant and went downstairs. he carried on on his own for a while and eventually came down and said sorry for the lie. but he did not say sorry for the invasion of my privacy, or for shouting at me when he was in the wrong.
he has on several occasions read my mail and texts too. got nothing to hide. diary all about, today did this, saw so and so etc all very mundane, but its the principal of lack of trust that really gets me and that i can;t get him to understand.
wouldn't mind so much but i only went upstairs to give him a nice warm towel as i thought he was shaving.