Slipping off the Edge
The FaceBook Page
Gary spent Sunday afternoon staring into space.
He’d discovered his wife had a Facebook Page.
Not merely that.
His wife had a Facebook Page under
her maiden name.
Not merely that.
She had not revealed she was married.
This had knocked him across the room. And he pondered how to deal with it.
He had never mentioned that he had found her Page.
If she was having an affair his ‘ignorance ’ would quicker uncover it then
Carefully, he had checked each of her friends but none of their comments
or bios were the least questionable.
What continued to bother him was why didn’t she tell him?
Why didn't she say she had a Page?
Thinking about it
Gary had considered if he should bring up the Facebook Page.
If he did, how would he phrase it?
For many hours, pondered, in fact, he lay awake most of the night Thinking.
By Morning he had still not decided, so said nothing.
Later, when he did get to the Computer he learned she’d deleted all history.
There was no way of knowing if she had logged on today and to what sites
she had gone. That had stabbed him in the heart, but before he lost it, he
realised that killing all history killed his links as well.
He certainly could confront her and refer to a Suduku site of his she'd erased.
Gary had gauged the right time and place to introduce it. Not angry, just annoyed
that he had to type in URLs and Passwords where before it was an easy entry of
the first letter or two or there, and the 'history' would supply the rest.
He asked her; Why did you delete all history?
She replied that having loaded a new Virus detector it had erased history. Though
she could tweak it, she felt the protection more valuable than the effor in having to
re-enter URLs and passwords.
Because he had to
He accepted her explanation because he needed to believe.
He needed to think that her creating a Page in her maiden name was in no way
sinister, and erasing history was nothing to be upset about.
He did a search for her on Facebook and returned to her page. No harm done.
He sat at the computer, going ‘friend’ by ‘friend’, post by post, image by image,
finding nothing which could be labeled suspicious.
That did not fully satisfy him.
Two days later, when he thought to log on to Facebook to see if anything was
going on, he couldn’t find his wife’s page.
He did a search and it came back with Zero results.
This was impossible.
Fortunately, he had an emergency at work which distracted him and it wasn’t
until late that night, when he was playing Online Chess with a friend that he
remembered the page.
He tried to connect to his wife's page and there was no page.
No matter how Gary tried, doing a Google, even linking to someone he recalled
had been her ‘friend’ trying to use that page to get to her’s, he couldn't find her
page because there was no page.
His wife had deleted her Facebook account.