He Spies on me all the Time


No Where Road to nowhere

Not only that I felt I was living in the dungeon, I felt I was being spied on all the time. When we first were married, cell phones were not out yet. Whenever I received a call at home, he would pick the other receiver to listen to my conversations. I asked him to stop because people knew he was listening and that made me and my family and friends uncomfortable. That created huge fight and he began accusing me of doing things behind his back. It did not matter what I said, he was either going to listen and spy on me, or accuse me of hiding things from him.

He, on the other hand, had everything locked, his drawers, his computer, later on, his phone, even his mail went to a PO box, not to the house. I asked him several times to unlock his drawers or close…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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