Here is where the story begins to get weird.
Just as my intuition that something was horribly wrong and my love for this man fought each other to ground me in each’s reality, the story will pivot many times between objective truth and narrative truth (that is to say, storytelling factually as a narrator and storytelling events as-I-experienced-them.) Events or conversations may not seem important until months later in the story.
I’m speaking my truth as it truly happened. I ask only that you keep an open mind, visit the Glossary & Key Notes section as often as is needed to understand, and be assured that at the end of the story I summarize everything in a succinct way.
I tried to log into his Snapchat account. The password was the same, but when I entered it, it pinged Him that somebody was trying to gain access. Right then and there, while at work, he immediately logged on and changed his password so I couldn’t get in.
He swore to me up and down that everything on there was just as it was on Grindr: just dirty conversations and explicit pictures being sent. He said he didn’t want me to see because he was ashamed. I believed him.
I asked him to delete the account. For some reason I can’t remember, he was notified via email that he would have to wait 72 hours for it to be deleted. I saw the email so I knew it was true. However, added to my relentless surveillance was looking at the Snapchat profile, unable to be deleted, and seeing the tiny green dot signifying online activity.