I look at myself in the mirror, and I think of what Stan Laurel said to Oliver Hardy:Another nice mess you’ve gotten me into.Last Thursday, I found an agency that I thought would be able to provide some support regarding my situation at home. I was there for about an hour, got some information, stuck everything in my briefcase with the intention of leaving it at my office when I got back to work.Weeeellllll… I forgot all about that when I got to my office, and ended up bringing it all home. I figured there wouldn’t be any reason for her to feel the need to rummage through my briefcase in the meantime, but sure enough….. While I had the kids at the library on Saturday, we got a letter from our insurance company wanting info that I had already sent in a few weeks ago. My wife took it upon herself to root through my briefcase in an effort to find the paperwork I had already sent to the insurance company; I suspect she’s done this in past, but just happened to have a reason this time.Stone cold busted.I ended up telling her that the stuff I had was related to my day job (social work), specifically to the work-related reason I was not at my office Friday morning. She didn’t believe me, and stated that my face was all red. I told her my face was red because I was angry that she rooted through my stuff (which was ture!) instead of just asking me about the paperwork she was looking for, and went further to point out that I don’t go digging through her purse for things.It gets better. She demanded that I swear on my kids’ lives that I’m not “up to something”. Since I don’t have a solid plan yet, and because her demand was especially cruel and manipulative, I didn’t feel too badly about telling her that I’m not up to anything. In retrospect, I feel horrible for my kids’ sake, and more angry than ever at my wife. I’m not sure who she thinks she is that she deserves a heads up that I and my kids have had enough. I’m still freaked out by the whole situation, and I’m not sure what to do at this point – let things “cool off” for a while so I can move ahead with getting a plan together, or just forge ahead and try harder to avoid detection? I feel like a POW who just got caught digging a tunnel.