Friends who think my behaviour is creepy, controlling or borderline obsessive have pointed out that just because you know where someone is doesn’t mean they are not in that place cheating on you.
It’s all of those things. Jesus!
It is one of those small concessions you make in relationships. I don’t complain if he leaves the toilet seat up, he enables an app which allows me to track his location. That’s just how our love works.
Christ almighty. Time to do a runner, frankly. The two things aren’t remotely comparable.
This isn’t about invading his privacy.
Yes, yes, it is precisely that.
I would never ring up my partner and ask him to read me his last five text messages and who they were from.
Oh, wow, how generous. What a creepy, controlling and obsessive woman this is. Sheesh!
If he had refused to use it, I would only presume he had something to hide.
Ah, yes, of course. Evil as well. Nothing to hide nothing to fear, the mantra of the hard of thinking.
This has moved beyond my boyfriend. I now know where my parents are, and my sibling is, and their partner. While I’m less obsessive about checking their locations, there is something special about looking at a map of London and knowing at once where the people you love most in the whole world are.
Jaw, meet chest.
If you want an easy life, demand access to your boyfriend’s Google calendar and GPS on his phone. I know where mine is, where he has to go, who he is with and when he will be back.
I would refuse and Mrs L knows it. Likewise I wouldn’t demand the same of her.
My God! It’s very surprising she has a boyfriend. I would have walked at the mere mention of such a thing.
If he lets her control him like this then it sounds like they are made for each other
A sado-masochistic relationship indeed!
Yep. More Gestapo than GF material. Note the casual use of “demand.”
Doesn’t the government want to do this to us? Doesn’t the EU want us to have trackers and smart black boxes in our cars? Too much control freakery going on.
Yes and yes.
If he has any sense he is already shagging someone else and laughing at this pathetic excuse for a woman.
And if he did the same to her that would be stalking.
She still calls him her “partner”? Somebody should give this dozy bint a fucking dictionary!
If I might be permitted a sexist oath, she sounds like a right scary bitch. A good case for having two phones, or better still, a less controlling girlfriend.
The sound of hurried footsteps quickly receding into the distance would be my answer. You don’t honestly believe that she offers up a BJ to die for, do you?
The mobile phone is the worst invention of the twentieth century. I find a small lead bag, of the type used to carry film through airports, to be the answer. All the benefits of having one – you take it out and use it when you must, or choose to – with zero intrusion into your life.
To be fair, I’m a fan. ButI don’t have a cell phone. I suppose I’ll just have to hide the wife’s crutches, again.
Bunny boiler.
As someone whose ex husband used to ring her very 10 minuets to check I wasn’t talking to any one, but specifically men and who couldn’t even be at her workplace with her bosses partner because her husband was convinced she was having it off with her bosses partner even though he was elderly and unwell and as someone whose ex husband used to sit outside her place of employment watching her moments through the window and revving his car engine. I have to say this woman needs help, all tolerating this sort of behaviour does is increase the partners paranoia and insecurity.
I got to a point where in his world I had “slept” with all his friends and was constantly accused.
In the end I was terrified to even go out to the shops for fear he would here a male stranger talking in the background and the accusations would begin.
It got so bad he even accused me of being a lesbian and having relationships with my female boss and my friends.
It was devastating and all routed in his infidelity, because through out our marriage I was never unfaithful to him, he however had at least 4 affairs and that’s where the paranoia came from and every time he cheated the paranoia worsened.
This woman’s behaviour is a dreadful burden to bear and only worsens over time as she justifies it to herself and others.