[ WP ] After celebrating your 6th anniversary with your spouse , you discover that they obsessively stalked you for over a year before you met .

Bleary-eyed but with a smile on my face, I rolled out of bed Friday morning. The sun was streaming through the sheer curtains, a perfect summer day. 
 
 Our anniversary had fallen on a Thursday, which was lucky because Tim had to go out of town over the weekend for some work meetings. I wandered into the kitchen, ready to enjoy my weekend to myself. 
 
 After pouring myself some fresh coffee, I remembered that I had left my computer on from the previous night of looking up some last minute places to go for dinner for our anniversary. I carried my coffee into the office, where both of our computers sat quietly. We are both gamers and have a lovely large desk with a couch in front of it for dual gaming sessions/cuddletime. I turned mine off and noticed Tim's was on too. No big deal, I went to go turn his off too. 
 
 I bumped the mouse and the screen turned on. Tim had left his browser with the flight itinerary open on it. I closed it, and noticed he had left a folder open as well. I went to close it, but my name caught my eye. There was a folder in his Documents that simply said `` Alice'', my name. 
 
 I am not a snooper. I do n't touch his phone, his email, his anything. We had dated for 3 years, now married for 6, and not once had I ever desired to look into his personal things. But it DID have my name on it. I double-clicked it and it contained several other folder....'' Pics'', `` Quotes'', `` Places'', `` Videos'', and `` Profiles''. I clicked on `` Pics''. 
 
 There were hundreds of pictures. I shift-clicked several of them to bring them all up at once and started to flip through them. 
 
 They were all pictures....of me. Before we had started dating. I was about 21 at the time, and still in college. I recognized all the places I was... in my second-level dorm room at the University, at the local bar on campus, and even scarier, there were a few pictures of me having dinner at my parent's house. All of the pictures were taken from far off and were sometimes VERY zoomed in. 
 
 I took a breath in. I did n't understand this. I closed out of the `` Pics'' folder, and opened the `` quotes'' folder. It contained quite a few pictures, but they were all white. I shift-clicked on some of them. 
 
 It was screenshot after screenshot of random Facebook statuses that I had written, around the same time the pictures were taken. Tim and I went to the same high school and were friends on Facebook for awhile before we started dating in college, but the screenshots started barely a year before we started dating. 
 
 I bit my lip before clicking `` Places''. 
 
 Tim had made an entire word document keeping track of the places I went to my last year of college. Bars, buildings around the University, going to random hookups, friend's houses, my favorite coffee shops and restaurants. `` Profiles'' was a word document with links to all of my social media platforms and my personal website. 
 
 My hand was burning. I released it from the coffee cup I was gripping. All I could do was stare into my hands. Tim had stalked me. He had STALKED me. Before we started dating. 
 
 It all made sense now. How I started noticing him more before I graduated college. This lanky-but-hot guy with dark hair and piercing blue eyes that would n't ever leave me. How was it that all of his favorite coffee shops/restaurants/bars were my favorite too? I would always see him there. It started out as just chatting. I eventually became smitten with him, and he with me. He seemed like my life parter, this guy that I had so much in common with. 
 
 Yes, he had a dark side, and that's what attracted me to him too. He seemed mysterious, like he had secrets and things that he kept from the outside world. Did I see it as a red flag? No. I saw it as something attractive. 
 
 It was 11AM on Friday, I had the day off, and I was n't going to see him until Sunday night. 
 
 For three full days, I would be floating in the unknown. 
 
 Do I tell him? Or do I keep my silence and pretend that our marriage is as perfect as I thought it was?
