Suspicions

I know I'm not crazy, but that's how I've been feeling lately. Things have been happening in this house that would sound crazy to anyone.

For instance:  I had a bottle of water in the refrigerator that I had filled to the top and twisted the cap tight. I wanted cold water for the morning. When I went to drink my water, I noticed that half of the water was gone. I asked Joel about it and was just going to remind him to fill it back up again if he was going to drink out of the bottle. Even though the only two people in the house was Joel and I, he denied having anything to do with the bottle. Well, I knew I didn't do it because I went to bed immediately after filling it.  I sleep super lightly and never get out of bed once I'm in it. I threw the water out and didn't drink out of that particular bottle.

There was also a brand new bottle that was supposedly sealed, but someone had untightened the seal and put it back to make it look as if it were new.  I threw that one out as well.

Then there was the cake. I had two pieces left. When I took a piece of cake, I noticed the last piece had poke marks in it, as if someone had taken their fingers and poked into the cake. I was a little perturbed about that because, well, why would someone do that? Joel says he doesn't like that cake so it would have had to have been done out of spite. Or something. The next morning I looked at the cake again and the poke marks were gone and the frosting had been smoothed over. Because it was a coconut frosted cake, you could tell there had been smoothed over marks.

I've also had inventory missing...that is, until I mention it. Then all of a sudden, Joel throws the item at me and says I can have one of his.

Today he brought over a bottle of wine for me to taste...something he's NEVER done.  Things could sit in that refrigerator for months on end and he'd never notice it. All of a sudden he wants to clean out the top of the refrigerator. Just the top shelf. Where the wine bottle is. So I could taste it.

I know how crazy this sounds. Is he putting things in my food and drink to make me sick? I doubt it. But he may be doing things to make it look that way because it's fun to make me feel as if I'm going crazy. He does it with things I say, things I haven't said, things he says and things he hasn't said. He pretends to not understand what I'm talking about when I know I'm speaking clearly.

Sleeping and dreaming is my escape.