Privacy Breached

The personal life of every individual is based on secrecy, and perhaps it is partly for that reason that civilized man is so nervously anxious that personal privacy should be respected. ~Anton Chekhov

Woe is me!

Angry? I'm not angry! I'm utterly disappointed! I'm irritated! I'm furious! I can't tolerate her attitude anymore! Gah! Reading my short messages as if there's nothing wrong as long as I'm not aware of it. The truth is, I knew all along. Despite telling her umpteen times, she still remains obstinate.

To make things worse, she also has the knack of sifting through my wallet and my drawers, as if half-expecting to find designer drugs or something bad or perhaps even a skeleton in my cupboard.

If she's just trying to keep tabs on my social circle and what I'm doing, simply out of concern, this is the worst way of doing it. She could've at least just asked! How can she expect me to confide to her when she's doing such things without my knowledge? Is there no one whom I can still trust these days? There're so many things that I don't even think of telling her anymore.

This time, I'm totally upset. She doesn't even understand my basic rights, does she? I'm not a rebellious, whimsical young adult seeking for independence. For goodness sake, I merely need to have my personal space! I need room to breathe!

There's no way she can blame me for not trying to bridge the yawning chasm...