The other day I got caught. I woke up to get ready for work and along with everything else that's troubling me my bf decided he wanted to be a shithead. Well, long story short, he goes into one of the bedrooms and I rifle through the kitchen to find something sharp. As I'm closing one of the drawers, he comes in and catches me. I keep telling myself that I won't do it again...I guess I'm just not that strong. Ugh...I hate getting caught. It feels like such a weakness. *sigh* Just had to vent.