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 did not mentione he had found her Page. If she was having an affair his ‘ignorance ’ would quicker uncover it then his probing.
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, he pondered, in fact, he lay awake most of the night Thinking how he would breach the subject.
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.
Why do that today?
Did she know he'd seen the Page?
There was no way of knowing what sites she had visited. That 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 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 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 effort 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 andwas 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 one of her friend's pages, he couldn't find her page because there was no page.
His wife had deleted her Facebook account.
He might be the most suspicious man alive. He might simply be alert. He couldn't know if he had 'caught' her and that she realised it and did her thing, or everything had a perfectly acceptable explanation; i.e. the malware detector.
Whatever he had felt for his wife was drifting away as smoke. That he doubted her was a trumpet blast that something was not right, and maybe, he shouldn't stick around to find out.