I am a regular poster here but have chosen to use an alias to post this tonight since I am not sure how this will come across.

DH and I have been struggling for quite a while now and we go through periods of highs but then periods of lows. DH deals with severe anxiety and has been in therapy for quite a while now. Additionally, we have sought couples counseling and while it has helped at times, we seem to wind up back in the same place again.

This year, I have started to question DH's honesty on a more regular basis. It just seems like there is a piece of mistruth to some of his stories and while I don't press my disbelief, I can just *tell* when he is not being totally honest. Sometimes, I feel like I am legitimately going crazy because he sticks to his story and then I will find out that he has not been telling the truth and I feel somewhat "absolved." When he admits his fibs (often "white lies," in his mind), he always claims that he "just forgot."

Tonight, DH told me that he was heading to the gym which he has been doing a lot lately. I am so proud of him because he is trying really hard to take good care of himself. Once in a while, though, I get this strange feeling in the pit of my stomach that he is not at the gym like he says he is; he likes to go to the movies and I often wonder if he would say he was at the gym while he was at the movies.

Well, off he goes to the gym tonight and I happen to look on Facebook about an hour after he left. He made a comment and the location that came up was about 30 minutes away from the gym, in the same town where the movie theatre is. I thought for a moment and then texted him, asking if he was at the gym. He took a minute and wrote back that of course, he was at the gym. I explained that I was somewhat confused based on the FB post and he responded somewhat defensively, asking if I wanted him to take a picture of where he was. Of course I said no (don't want to be that crazy-sounding wife!), but part of me wanted to. Then, like a crazy woman, I started thinking about calling my neighbor to come and stay with LO (who was sleeping) so I could drive around the corner to the gym, but then shut that idea down quickly.

I did the next-craziest thing and called then gym. They were not able to tell me if he had swiped in (which I figured, for privacy reasons) but that they could page him for me. While that sounded great, I declined because part of me just didn't want to know.

I realize that this is not a huge issue in the grand scheme of things, that maybe he just needed a break, but why lie and then continue to lie. Or maybe I am just going crazy and creating a fantasy web in my mind. I am just scared now.

Thank you for giving me a forum to get this out in the open.