My girl came home at 7am to spy on me

But some girls have serious problems. If we were to take things a little more seriously, we would probably have to take some of them, no, most of them for some kind of counselling and treatment, or even lock some of them up.
So, imagine the first time I went out with this girl, half-way during the date, she turned to me and asked me, “do you think my nose is too big?”
Considering that I was still trying to put my best foot forward, I could not afford to be as truthful as I wanted to be.
Yes, her nose was a little on the bulbous side but that is okay; no one is perfect, and I did not mind the nose at all.
But I told her that her nose was just perfect and why on earth would that bother her.
And I reached over and touched her face and told her she was perfect in every way. Contented, she went back to whatever she had been prattling on about.
As we were leaving, she suddenly told me, “If I was a man, I would never date a girl who talks too much”.
I was dumbstruck. I mean, I did not know what to make of the sentence, and its timing, considering that she said it, what had been running through my mind was ‘this girl really talks a lot’. This is the first date, but mehn!’
So, I did not know if it was a joke on her part, or bait. To play it safe, I simply grunted an acknowledgement, something that was neither a yes nor a no.
And she went on talking, telling me about her workmates and who hawd done what to who.
I did not even know the workmates, and I told her, but she still told me about them anyway.
Fast forward several months later, and we are steadily dating.
I have succeeded all the talking in the relationship to her. I only fill in the gaps. That morning, she came over to my house.
She had not even told me she was coming. I was lying on the sofa, scrolling through my phone when I thought I had seen someone peering in through the window. Thinking it was the cleaning woman, I ignored it.
Then again, in a different window, I thought I had seen someone peeking in.
This time I got up to check. But as I neared the window, the door opened and there she was. I asked her if she was the one looking through the windows, and she denied it at first.
But there was no one else around, so she admitted that she had indeed peeked through all the windows! Confused beyond disbelief, I asked her why on earth she would do that.
Dismissively, as if it was supposed to be obvious, she told me “to see if there is anyone else in the house with you”. Anyone else? What do you mean?
“I mean to see if you had a girl sleep over. I know how you men are, you cannot be trusted.” I could not believe it. So that is why she had come that early, without even telling me.

The confession
It was 7am. I was left speechless. I went and sat down.
And I thought I had gotten used to her eccentricities. She asked me if I was mad at her. I said I was not, I was just confused.
Then checking all the rooms as if looking for someone, she said, “it is because I love you so much. And I know you love me. But, you know men, they are like dogs”.
At this, I laughed out loud. And she joined me in laughing.
But I was not laughing because I was amused, it was because I did not believe what was happening.
Then she said something that cut my laughter short.
“If I found someone here, you know what I would do? I would set the house on fire.” She actually meant it.

Problems of Spying
Spying is problematic. And if you are spying and snooping already, it may signal your relationship already has some significant problems.
Your spouse has a right to privacy. Spying on your spouse violates this right. You will damage the relationship and likely lose a lot of trust when they find out. And it is not a matter of “if” your spouse finds out, it’s a matter of “when.” At some point, you’ll get caught spying. By Amy Morin