Well everyone, here I am again, your most frequent ROCD blogger, obsessing and dying inside again. This time, I feel I may actually have something to worry about. Two weeks ago, I was cleaning our little appartment and when I was dusting Eric's desk, I found a receipt for Panara during the time that he was at work that previous Friday. It was only for one person, so I saw that he didn't buy anything for "two," but it botheredme because he never mentioned to me that he went to get panara with his co-workers and I always make him lunch everyday, so in the past, when he ate lunch with his co-workers, he told me…but he didn't tell me this time. So that was 2 weeks ago, and the stupid reciept thing was in the bakc of my mind, but it really wasn't bothering me…up until now. For the past few days, Eric has told me "oh, I really don't feel too good today, I only ate half your sandwhich, or oh, my stomach feels off, so I don't think I'm going to eat your sandwhich today…and then today, he did the same thing. He told me that his stomach wasn't feeling too good, so he ended up coming home and eating the sandwhic when he got home. I can't help but feel like he's lying to me because he's been going out to lunch with his co-workers all week and didn't want me to know anything, so he's making up that he "doesn't feel good enough to eat his lunch." I realize during this relapse that I'm going through that one of my problems is I CAN'T see the blurry line between reality and fantasy, and thats when I get into trouble like right now. I AM DYING TO ASK HIM if he's been going out to lunch with his co-workers this week and maybe just didn't want to tell me, but I don't know if that would be a good idea, because then he would get all pissed that I'm accusing him of lying to me. He does lie to his mom and so I feel lke he could very easily lie to me too. For example, she's really really old school Catholic and she's in her late 70's so she has very old views and rules on relationships and religion…so Eric does things like, when she asks him on the holidays if we're going to church, he tells her we are, but we realy don't, stuff like that. So I don't know with this one…am I being irrational or no? What should my next move be? I don't know…I'm stuck, and I can't concentrate on anything and I HATE this, I hate not knowing what the hell to do or feel or think.