Sweet Little Lies

By no means am I talking secrets of gargantuan proportion. Nothing as shocking as Katie Price (aka Jordan) discovering her now husband has a penchant for silk stockings (on him, not her!) Yes, thankfully nothing like that, but a secret no less.
Like I said last time, I'm all for a touch of mystery in a relationship. And surprises are nice too. Secrets however, are a step too far.
The one aspect of marriage that we've both found a little strange is the concept of "what's mine is yours". In the past it's been more of a case of "what's mine is mine, and what's his is mine". Now we're married, it's a free-for-all.
Being a wife gives you certain rights, one of which is to have a damn good snoop at your husband's bank account. "Frivolous" would be a good way of describing my husband's spending habits, so breaking into his bank would be no mean feat.
"Can I have the login details to your online bank account?" I asked during one of our many trans-North Sea phone calls.
Big pause. "Why?"
"Now we're married, I'm just trying to get our accounts in order."
Another big pause.
"Oh we'll just sort it when I get home," he said casually.
"I want to sort it now. Give me the login details," I demanded.
"When I get home!" he barked.
He was definitely hiding something. After much to-ing and fro-ing he finally succumbed and fed me the login with an air of resentment in his voice.
"Oh and by the way," he piped. "If you see a payment to PayPal for around £200, it's your Christmas present."
He must think I was born yesterday. He'd never be that organised.
Full of intrigue and brimming with anger, I bashed in his password, and found the £200 "Christmas present" transaction.
I was back on the phone in a flash. He eventually admitted that he'd used the cash earmarked to pay off our wedding-fuelled credit card, to buy three almost identical watches. To go with the two he already has.
"They could be future collector's items," he implored.
Time for a new dress methinks...