I Thought I Was Losing My Mind… Until I Checked the Hidden Camera (3 of 3)

That week, I changed the locks. I rearranged the furniture. I even moved my favorite belongings to a new drawer only I knew about. But the biggest change was invisible—emotional. I no longer assumed my home was off-limits to those I trusted. I now asked myself: who do I really feel safe around?

Judith and I haven’t spoken since. Mark and I are in therapy. We’re still unraveling the deeper layers—about boundaries, respect, and silence.

The lesson? Home isn’t just where you sleep. It’s where you should feel safe, unseen, unjudged. And when that space is violated—not by a stranger, but by someone who claims to love you—the hurt cuts deeper than any unlocked door ever could.