I tend to assume that if I tell something to a friend of mine in confidence, that that does not include my friends SO. I.e., that spouses may share everything with each other. I may not like their SO, or trust them as I trust my friend. So I tend not to tell my friends things I would trust them with, but not their SO.
I do the same thing, however. I talk to my wife about everything. Even the stuff I’m ashamed of. She has access to everything I write, but she doesn’t read it. She tells me to give her the stuff I think she should read. Well, I don’t know how to whittle it down to that. She should read everything.
There are things that I know that bother her, and I don’t rub her nose in those things. She has told me she doesn’t want to see them. It’s unnecessary to hurt herself that way. I used to have some secret email accounts, but I don’t use them any more. They were secret because I didn’t want her to know what I was doing. I didn’t want her to know because we had problems in our marriage. We’ve been working on that.
Growing up, many people kept a diary. Many, if not all of them wanted to keep the diary secret from their parents. We do have private lives, and we need to explore things and work them out and most of us didn’t want our parents to know everything we were going through; especially the things that were against the rules.
Is there still room in a marriage for one person to have a private space to work things out before they present them to their spouse? Or should all the working out be done together? It sounds to me like most people do their working out together, or leave it open to their spouse, although neither party takes advantage of this openness.
I think that being open, as in sharing passwords, is often a symbolic gesture. We are saying our lives are open books to the SO. However, many of us—maybe most of us—don’t look at our SO’s stuff because there is this unspoken respect for privacy, and the unspoken acknowledgment that we are different people. We could look, but we don’t.
Part of this may be respect for the SO’s need to protect their friends. Part of it may be respect for the SO.
I think it is a problem when one member of the couple needs to look over the shoulder of the other. It indicates an insecurity and a lack of trust, and does not bode well for the relationship.
Of course, if you do have something to hide, it seems to me that, often, the best place to hide it is in plain sight. Most people looking for something often overlook that which is right in front of their noses. They assume it is hidden.
I think this discussion is really interesting. In truth, I think I am different from most people, based on the answers to this question. I do feel a need to keep some things secret from my wife. Or at least to feel it is possible for me to do that, even if I don’t do it. I’m not even sure what it is—but I think that I do keep a part of myself separate from everyone. It’s something that I don’t think I realized until I just wrote it now.
In a way, that makes me the guardian of the cage I keep myself in. Even though I have often claimed loneliness, and lamented about it, I now realize that I was/am the one who keeps a barrier between me and others. It is instinctive. I don’t even know why I do it, although it seems like I am ashamed of myself, and I want to protect myself. Perhaps this is why I ask so many questions about things that people do keep private, except from their SO’s.
I don’t know if this is a problem, or how unusual I am in this. I don’t know if I really want to break down this wall I have built between me and my most intimate partner. There is something—some kernel inside me—that I want to keep to myself. It must be something that I believe people would judge me for if they knew what it was.
It’s funny, because I have tried to be as open as I can be online. I have tried not to hide anything. I suppose that’s easier with strangers, because, as with conversations with a passenger next to you on a train, you know you will never see them again. But with someone intimate, things matter more. Privacy seems even more important to me, even if I tell her all the things I’m ashamed of.
I’m not truly an open book even though, in theory, I want to be. I don’t know what I keep hidden. Maybe I keep it hidden from myself, too. I guess if I don’t tell my conscious self, I can’t blab it to anyone else. And if the part of me that keeps it secret thinks it should be secret, then I don’t think I want to pry—even though I think I would fail if I tried to pry. Does that sound weird? Does it sound like I have a split personality?