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My husband has a laptop that he uses for work. I don't really ever think about it. To me, it's always just been part of his job and not a second family computer. On most days, he doesn't even bring it home. On the days when he does, it usually just sits there untouched until he takes it back to work. Maybe once a week at most I might see he using it at home. Last night I guess he had been using it, because I was in the bedroom reading and saw it open on the desk in the bedroom. I didn't think anything of it. Not long after I started reading, my cell phone rang with a number I didn't recognize. I didn't answer it. My usual response when that happens is to put the number into Google and see if I can find out who called me. My son was on the computer at the time, but I looked up and saw the laptop there. So I touched the keyboard and it asked me for a password. I know the password my husband uses on most things, so I put it in and it worked. I have to say I didn't think I was violating privacy or doing anything shady. I really just wanted to put the phone number into Google. So I opened the browser and googled the number. Nothing. No big deal. I decided since I was online I would also quickly check my email. I clicked on favorites out of habit because I have my email saved on the favorites of the family computer, and it opened up a huge extensive and well organized list of favorites. That didn't surprise me, my husband can be overly organized at times. I got a little curious what he had bookmarked, so I started looking through them. Most of them were related to the subject he teaches or college things in general. But I kept exploring. He had a folder labeled "personal" and inside was a list of other folders. One of them was labeled "filth." I laughed a little to myself because it seemed like the sort of thing he would do. Most people wouldn't call their collection of porn "filth," but I could see him doing it and being amused by it. I clicked on it, of course. I had to know. I was neither surprised nor upset that he had a collection of porn saved on his computer. But I was shocked when I opened up the list and saw about 100 bookmarked pages, and all of them were gay porn. I started scrolling through them trying to find something that wasn't gay, almost as if it was a challenge. I found nothing. All his saved porn was gay. I wasn't shocked by his interest in gay porn, I'm aware of that. But it was strange that it was the only kind. Makes me wonder if there is something I should know. I feel like I should talk to him about it, but I don't want to say, "So I was snooping through your favorites on your laptop." I need to find the right way to bring it up.
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