Thanks.

In an event which has underlined the emotional ups and downs that come with marriage, as far as my understanding goes, within days of my last post, my wife has bothered me extremely. For her own reasons, she took it upon herself to search through some forgotten but still existing scandalous pictures of past significant others. Upon noting their vast imperfections and realizing [surprise surprise] that none of them were perfect, she feels better about herself, which in the big picture is a good thing.
Great.
Good for her.
Three days ago we were discussing her recent browsings in my photos, which I don't have a problem with. I did however mention that she should stop, or be very careful doing so lest she stumble upon something that could not be unseen. One might say, naturally, an intelligent person would have deleted them immediately. One would be right. One could also say that I trusted her to respect my wishes and at least tread carefully. Not specifically seeking them all out. Once again I'm glad she feels better but I feel betrayed by her doing it behind my back. I'm glad she feels my high school girlfriend is "butt-ass ugly," which I think is quite rich considering the physical features of the fellow she dated prior to meeting me. If she wanted to look at them for her own good, she could have at least told me. I wouldn't have been completely averse to letting her do so, had she presented her case logically and honestly. I HATE being deceived. Hate hate hate. It's one of the things I hate most. Very few things come to mind that eclipse that kind of hate. Most everything else can be traced back to deceit, one way or another.
If you're reading this, I love you and I'm glad you feel better. I'm glad you finally believe me when I've told you endlessly that none of them have been perfect. You are not perfect. I am not perfect. None of us are perfect. But you are as close as it is possible to get. <3