WhatsApp has ruined my relationship

I should have harassed her. I should not have gone easy on her the last time I found her snooping in my phone. I realise now it was a stupid thought - that she would not do not it again, me having thrown hints all over the place that I knew what she had done, and I was not happy with it.

But now I realise that I should have sat her down and schooled her about phone privacy. I mean, just two weeks later and there she was again going through my phone, this time, through my pictures. Ok, not my pictures, WhatsApp’s pictures because those things just land in.

You know what I am talking about, you know those people in groups that like everyone to share in on their dirty pictures. Yeah, that’s where she went. And this time, it looks like it is going to cost me.

This time, she had my phone in her hand, making a call or something when the pictures started coming in. Those edited pictures of female athletes in the Olympics. Those enhanced pictures. You know what I am talking about. They have been making their rounds, with their round and unbelievably enormous posteriors.

So, probably one of these pictures came in. Then they started coming in, in rapid succession. I too would have been curious. But they were my pictures, not hers. She had no business looking at them. Giving in to temptation, she opened the pictures. Giving in to even more temptation, she dived right into my pictures folders and got lost in there.
If you have been using social media for a while, you must have learnt that you don’t believe everything you see. She has been using social media for even longer than I have, so I was surprised when she flew off the handle and came brandishing my phone like a cop’s badge, a piece of incriminating evidence that would sink me.

I looked at her, perplexed at what could have turned this girl who was peaceful just a few minutes ago into this raging storm! She wasn’t taking, just breathing heavily, nostrils flared, eyes piercing, demanding me to explain myself.
Or rather the pictures in my pone, which I have already distanced myself from by calling them WhatsApp’s. I asked her what the matter was, and she showed me a girl’s picture, in a semi-nude pose. She went on to angrily scroll through the pictures, showing the same girl in different poses, taking off one item of clothing at a time, till the last one when she stood stark naked in her full natural splendor.
I did not know the girl. Those were some of the pictures sent through one of the groups, but that is kind of difficult to explain because this girl’s photo array wasn’t professionally done; all were selfies taken through a full length mirror.
I think at some point, the girl had taken these pictures and shared them with someone, probably her lover. And the heartless lover had forwarded these pictures to someone else, and the rest was history.

Now they were sitting in my phone, one of possibly a thousand others. I didn’t know the girl, I repeated to her. But she couldn’t understand, didn’t even want to listen to what sounded like bare-faced lies to her. In her eyes, some bimbo had sent me her nudes. I had to let her run out of steam by herself, in that state she wasn’t listening to anything.

She picked her handbag and took off. I don’t know if she is coming back. I have called her, but she won’t answer. She won’t respond to my texts. I think she blocked me on WhatsApp. I will wait for her for two days to come, then I will go to her place and she will have to listen to me. Like I said, I don’t know that nude girl. And as to why I have her pictures in my phone that is social media to blame. That sounds stupid but it’s the truth.