3 Catching Stories Where Spying on Spouses Unraveled Hidden Truths

Is old the adage "curiosity killed the cat" true? It's hard to know, so let's step into the shadows of the unknown, where every hushed whisper and covert glance leads to revelations ab

Is old the adage "curiosity killed the cat" true? It's hard to know, so let's step into the shadows of the unknown, where every hushed whisper and covert glance leads to revelations about the people you love most.

 

Trust is the thread that holds everything together. But when suspicion gnaws at its edges, the urge to uncover the hidden can become an obsession. This collection explores the breathtaking revelations of what happens when partners turn into detectives.

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1. I Saw My Husband Switching from His SUV to an Old Cheap Car and Decided to Follow

It was a peaceful evening, and I had just entered the supermarket's parking lot when I thought of my husband, Dylan. He often shopped here after work, so I stopped my car, took out my phone, and gave him a call, but it went straight to voicemail.

Just as I was about to put my phone away, it buzzed with a message from him: "Still at work. Talk to you later."

 

I sighed. I had been hoping to grab a coffee with him, but it seemed I would have to wait until next time. I parked the car, grabbed the shopping bag from the backseat, and got out. As I was walking through the rows of parked cars, a black SUV caught my eye.

It was unmistakably Dylan's, recognizable by the scratch on the rear bump. I approached the vehicle curiously and peered inside through its tinted windows. It was empty. But why was Dylan's car here if he was supposed to be at work?

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The thoughts of his whispered phone calls, recent late nights at work, and sudden behavioral changes flooded my mind. Without thinking, I went back to my car to wait for him, hoping to confront him when he came back. But I got distracted when an old, dilapidated sedan parked nearby.

 

My jaw dropped when Dylan stepped out of it. He wasn't wearing his usual work attire but was disguised in ragged clothes. I watched him look around cautiously before he opened the SUV trunk and changed into his work suit right there in the parking lot. He threw the old clothes into the battered sedan, locking it, and then drove away in his SUV.

Puzzled, I drove home, determined to act as if everything were normal. That evening, I prepared dinner and sat down to eat with him, as we always did.

"So, how was your day?" I asked, noticing he wasn't eating the food with much enthusiasm.

"Oh, it was usual…meetings, paperwork, the regular stuff," he replied. His voice sounded strained. Rehearsed.

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"I thought you'd have popped out for a bit?" I ventured.

"Nah, today was packed," he responded, and my heart sank. Was he lying because he was cheating? I wanted to say more, but I had no evidence of any wrongdoing on his part. Somehow, I finished dinner, cleaned up, and went to bed, feeling uneasy.

The next morning, I woke up early, determined to station myself in the supermarket's parking lot and wait for him to arrive.

"Where are you headed so early?" Dylan's groggy voice caught me as I was leaving the bedroom, dressed casually.

"Oh, I've booked an early morning massage session, remember? This back pain's been killing me," I lied.

"Going without breakfast?"

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"Yeah, I'll grab something on the way. See you in a while. Sleep in," I said, giving him a peck on the forehead before leaving the house. Once I arrived at the parking lot, I fixed my gaze on the entrance, and as I had suspected, Dylan showed up in his SUV and switched to the sedan.

As he drove away after changing into the old clothes, I followed him discreetly, making sure I wasn't spotted. However, at one point, Dylan glanced into his rearview mirror, and our eyes almost met. My heart raced, and my palms went cold. I thought I was caught, but then a bus moved between us, breaking our line of sight.

I sighed in relief, blending into the traffic and using larger vehicles as cover whenever possible. Soon, we were leaving the outskirts of the city, heading onto a less-traveled road filled with cracks and potholes. My unease grew as we entered a forested area.

Dylan turned onto a dirt road leading into the woods. I pulled over a good distance from the turn-off, making sure my car was hidden by the thickets. Deciding to continue on foot, I began navigating through the forest, looking for any sign of my husband or his old car.

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I was careful to make as little noise as possible as I walked. After what felt like forever, the dense forest gave way to a clearing. There, I saw the old sedan parked near a weathered, old wooden house.

Hiding behind some bushes about 30 meters from the house, I could see the porch where Dylan was... talking to a man in ragged clothing.

I saw them laughing and interacting, and I couldn't hold myself back any longer. "What's going on here?" I yelled as I approached them.

"Catherine? Wha-what are you doing here?" Dylan asked, visibly shocked.

"Who is this beauty?" the other man, Harry, asked, looking at me.

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"I'm his wife!" I yelled. "Explain everything, Dylan! Why did you lie about the office meeting? And what's with you switching your SUV in the supermarket's parking lot and coming here in that rundown vehicle? And WHO IS THIS MAN??"

Dylan's face went pale.

"Wife? You never mentioned her! You said you were a poor man who worked at the gas station!" Harry stared at Dylan, disbelief in his eyes. "You were lying all along?"

"Harry, please. I-I can explain!" Dylan stuttered.

Suddenly, Harry was overcome with rage. He grabbed a bottle from a nearby table and smashed it against Dylan's head. Dylan's eyes rolled back, and he crumbled to the ground, unconscious.

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I started yelling but soon Harry turned his anger toward me, and everything went black. I woke up, feeling a sharp pain in my head. "Catherine!" Dylan called, and I turned, only to see him bound to a chair.

I tried to sit up, but I was... also tied to a chair. Looking around, it was clear we were trapped in the basement. "Start talking, Dylan! What the heck is happening?" I demanded, my eyes welling up.

Dylan hung his head, knowing he couldn't hide the truth any longer. "I should've told you everything, but I wanted to protect you from my past," he said softly. "I-I had a son, Catherine, and it all started when I went to a doctor with him…"

My husband went into a long, detailed story, about his son, whom I never knew of. He was diagnosed with a rare condition 19 years ago and required surgery worth around $100,000. The mother of the child abandoned them.

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So, Dylan called his friend, Harry, who was involved in less-than-desirable circumstances. Harry planned to rob a bank, and Dylan became the getaway driver. But that day, he waited for Harry and his crew, only to see his friend get into the car alone and tell him to drive.

"You helped rob a bank?" I asked, but Dylan continued as if I hadn't spoken.

Dylan said that Harry told him to drive away because the rest of their crew was gone, but soon, sirens blared behind them. Harry even got shot in the shoulder. They were about to be caught when Harry steered Dylan toward an alley.

Dylan managed to escape on foot with their loot, while his shady friend was arrested. When Dylan went to pay for his son's surgery, they told him it was worth even more—$200,000. So, he had to use Harry's share of the loot.

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"I spent Harry's share and got the surgery done, but my son didn't make it. His passing left me broken. But meeting you changed everything for me, Catherine. I felt like I could start a new life. I thought Harry would never find me, especially not after 20 years. So I never told you the truth," Dylan finished.

"How did he find you?" I demanded, my heart racing with shock.

"I got a call from him. He said he was out of prison. I have no idea how he tracked my number. I pretended to be a poor man because I didn't want to return his share. Whatever I've earned is through my hard work. So I came up with a plan to deceive him."

"$100,000 is a drop in the ocean for you, Dylan! You could've just given it to him. How could you play with our lives like this? I hate you!" I sneered, anger boiling inside me.

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Just then, the basement door flung open. Harry appeared with a smirk. "I just had a little visit to your cozy home," he snarled. "Quite the palace you've got there, though not many valuables. Makes me wonder where all the money went."

Dylan seemed to realize it was time to make things right. He asked Harry to let me go. In return, he proposed to drive Harry to the bank and hand over the million dollars in his account.

Harry agreed but warned, "If you even think of playing any tricks or getting the police involved, I won't hesitate to spill all about your dark past. Remember, I've got nothing to lose, and I've plenty of allies in jail. You mess with me, and you pay the price."

I told him not to, but my husband was determined. What I didn't know was that my husband had a plan. As soon as he and Harry walked into a bank, he yelled, "This is a robbery!"

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Security went into place immediately, as all the bank doors closed and guards surrounded them. "What are you doing? I'll make sure the cops know every sordid detail of your past!" Harry hissed.

Dylan looked Harry in the eye. "I will tell them everything myself, but I'm glad Catherine will be alive!" he said as he was taken to the police car.

I'm fine, and Dylan was released soon...we hired a great lawyer.

2. I Saw My Ex-wife Walking with a Much Younger Man and Couldn’t Help but Spy on Them

I was walking home from the grocery store when an unpleasant sight stopped me in my tracks. My ex-wife, Vanessa, was walking arm-in-arm with a man around 20 years my junior.

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"Is she seeing someone else…already?" I wondered, frowning. I watched them enter a café and hurried in after them. Bitterness surged through me when I witnessed Vanessa and the guy holding hands and smiling over something at a window table.

I couldn’t bear seeing my former wife of 53 years moving on so soon after our divorce. So, I angrily stormed to their table.

"What the hell, Vanessa?" I banged on the wooden surface, startling them. "Well, well! My 72-year-old ex-wife has found a new man to romance just a few weeks after leaving her husband! Bravo..! And how long have you been together?"

Vanessa was so embarrassed and pleaded with me to stop. Simon, the man accompanying her, rose from his seat.

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"Mom…is this my Dad?" he asked.

I recoiled. Shocked. "What did you say?"

At this moment, Vanessa realized she couldn’t hide the truth from me anymore.

"Richard, please sit. I have something to tell both of you…Do you remember when we first met 54 years ago…at the bar?" Vanessa's voice trembled as she recounted her past, making me reminisce, too.

***

It was the fall of September 1968. Vanessa, then 17, and her friends were thrilled by their success at sneaking out to party at the pub.

"Van, you sure your Dad didn't see you sneaking out? I don't want this party turning into some church sermon!" one of the girls joked as they entered the pub.

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Vanessa’s father, Alan, a pastor, meant Vanessa grew up under strict rules: no hanging out after sunset, Sunday school was a norm, and definitely no alcohol, parties, or reckless behavior.

But she craved adventure. That night, after her parents fell asleep, she sneaked out with her friends to the pub.

As rock'n'roll played, Vanessa and her friend Carla made their way to the bar for drinks.

"By the way, I heard Dylan will be here tonight with his friends," Carla mentioned.

"It's over between Dylan and me! Period! I don’t even want to talk about him," Vanessa responded, trying to ignore her recent breakup.

At the bar, after ordering a martini, a handsome stranger approached Vanessa.

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"Hey there, gorgeous," I said, leaning in confidently. "My name is Richard. Can I buy you a drink?"

Vanessa, not used to hard drinks, felt dazzled. She found me attractive and couldn't resist my charm.

"I'd be delighted!" she smiled, locking eyes with me seductively. She was smitten at first sight.

We talked and danced to jazz, feeling an instant connection. I mentioned being new in town, and Vanessa agreed to show me around, despite the late hour.

That night was magical. We drove around, shared passionate moments, and ended up in each other’s arms. It was her first intimate encounter, and it felt like a fairy tale. Afterward, I drove her home, and as she watched me leave, she wished the night would never end.

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But reality hit when Vanessa began feeling nauseous weeks later. Confronted by her stepmother Rebecca about her condition, she confessed to a one-night stand, leading to her pregnancy.

Her stepmother, furious, devised a plan to avoid scandal, urging Vanessa to reconcile with her ex-boyfriend Dylan and claim he was the father. So, she convinced Dylan they were meant to be, resulting in him believing he was the baby's father.

But months later, as Vanessa gave birth, the truth emerged: the baby wasn’t Dylan’s…

***

"...So I made a heartrending decision. I kissed my beautiful baby one last time before placing him for adoption and leaving town," Vanessa finished her story in tears.

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"Six months later, I accidentally met you again at an art exhibition in the new city I moved to, Richard. You know everything that happened after that!"

"Why didn't you tell me the truth?" I asked, shock rippling through me. "We could've taken Simon back and raised him. Our son was out there...and you kept it a secret all these years? How could you? Is this why you never wanted children?"

"I wanted to confess everything when we rekindled our relationship. I went to the shelter..." Vanessa replied. "But it was too late. A family had already adopted him and taken him abroad. I couldn't bring myself to have another child."

I sighed, overwhelmed. "And how did you find us, Simon?"

"My dad told me I was adopted before his death," he replied. "He gave me details of my biological mother. I later checked the orphanage's records. I searched for Mom for over six months. Two days ago, I met her for the first time!"

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"Well...I never thought at 75, I would teach my 53-year-old son his first lesson!" I said. "I hope you now know it’s better to be truthful...and give people a second chance! This applies to your mother and me as well!"

3. My Husband Kept Going to His Rented Garage, So I Followed Him Discreetly One Day

"Frank, where are you going? I thought we could watch a movie tonight," I frowned at my husband as I saw him heading toward the front door after dinner.

"I've got a few things to do at the garage," he replied, putting on his shoes. "I won't have time later, honey. I'm paying good money to rent that space, and I gotta use it as much as possible."

"And when do we get to see your car finally?" I asked, trying to keep my anger in check.

"When it's ready." He kissed me and left the house.

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I turned to our daughter. "Have you ever seen Dad's car?" I asked her.

Annie, 21 and living with us while attending college nearby, just shrugged. "Just let it go, Mom," she said. "Dad's got a hobby, and you should get one too. I'm off to Sandra's. We have a chem test coming up."

I appeared relaxed to her, but inside, I was frustrated. It was odd that Frank, who had never shown any interest in cars before, would suddenly buy and restore one.

So, that night, I discreetly followed him, pondering how much he had changed from the man I married. He'd come home, eat, and rush off to the garage most nights, returning at odd hours. Once, I even thought I smelled another woman's perfume on him when he climbed into bed. But that could've been my imagination.

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Parking away from the garage rental, I sat in my car, watching. I noticed Frank's car and saw him glance back as he entered.

I knew I needed proof of Frank's betrayal, so I decided to burst into the space with my camera ready. But just then, the garage door opened, and a woman in a bright sequined dress with blond hair walked out.

My mouth dropped open. There was no point in bursting into the garage and yelling now that the mistress had left. I drove home, my emotions bubbling, and decided it was time to get back at Frank.

A few days later, I found myself meeting up with my ex-lover at a posh bar. "I can't believe you called me," he smiled as a waitress brought our drinks.

I flipped my hair back, acting like the flirtiest person alive. "Well, it's just been so long. I had no idea what I wanted back then, but now I realize I made a mistake when I chose Frank over you," I paused, gauging his reaction. "Are you married? Is this a bad time?"

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"No, no, Cheryl. I've had a few dates here and there, but nobody's ever compared to you," Adam confessed with sincerity. "But…what about Frank?"

"Our marriage…it's not working," I sighed, part of my act to sway him. "He's become so boring, so distant. I would've left him sooner if not for our daughter."

"So you're getting separated?" Adam leaned in, intrigued.

"Yes, and it's been years, but do you think we could—" I began, only for Adam to interrupt with a "yes" before I could finish. Smiling seductively, I knew I had him exactly where I wanted.

A week after we met at the bar, I suggested to Adam we meet at the rental garage right at dinnertime, fully knowing Frank would show up soon after. I had always suspected there was no car inside, and as expected, the garage was filled with drawers, boxes, a vanity table, a closet, and a shoe shelf... complete with high heels.

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Turning to Adam, I spread my arms wide, like a showgirl from a competition program. "This is Frank's garage. He supposedly comes here to work on his vintage car. Don't know where that is, but I've had this fantasy about having a little tryst in here," I said, my smile as seductive as ever.

"Really?" Adam started to smile, intrigued.

"You remember how I was when you worked on your motorcycle," I reminisced, stepping closer to him. "How I would sneak up behind you and touch your back...your shoulders..." Adam trembled under my hands.

He was swayed almost instantly, his strong hands grasping me and pinning me against the garage wall in a fervent kiss. He always had a taste for power, roughness, passion, and urgency.

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I knew we needed to stall for time until Frank arrived. But just then, I heard a car outside, and even Adam took notice.

"It must be for another rental," I quickly said, diverting his attention and taking off his shirt to ensure we were caught in a compromising position.

"I know where you keep your shoes," a familiar voice announced, causing my body to freeze. It was Annie!

"Oh, God! No! Get in the closet! It's my daughter!" I panicked.

Adam hurried into the closet just as the garage door opened, and Annie's eyes widened in shock at the sight of me.

"Mom? What are you doing here?"

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"I came here because I knew your dad was hiding something!" I blurted out in desperation. "Where's the car? And what are women's shoes and a vanity desk doing in here?"

"Well, I'm—I came here to pick up shoes for him," Annie sighed, seeming exasperated.

"So you knew? You knew he was cheating?" I gasped in disbelief.

Annie shook her head. "You need to come with me, Mom. He's not cheating on you."

An hour later, Annie and I were at a club. She had ordered me a few drinks, and we watched several shows. But I didn't know what we were waiting for.

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"Annie, I still don't get why we're here," I whispered. But she just pointed to the stage.

 

"This is why we're here," she said, and I turned to see the lights changing, and to my astonishment, the same woman I had seen the other night appeared on stage.

"You brought me to see your dad's mistress?" I shouted at my daughter over the music, anger rising in my voice.

"God, Mom!" Annie rolled her eyes, clearly frustrated. "Look closer!"

I gave the performer another look, and suddenly, everything clicked. Beneath all the makeup, the dress, the high heels, the shoes, and the wig... was my husband.

"Frank?" I gasped, turning to Annie for confirmation, which she gave with a knowing nod.

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"How long has this been going on?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper, as a mix of shock, confusion, and curiosity overwhelmed me.

 

"Well, the show has only been happening for a few months, but I think it might have been a latent desire or a hidden talent," Annie answered cautiously.

My mouth must have opened and closed several times through Frank's musical number. "Frank's a drag queen?" I gasped. "Oh god!"

Annie nodded. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I only discovered it by accident when I was here with my friends one night."

Watching Frank perform, I could see how much the guests loved him. He was doing an incredible job, and I couldn't help but clap when his show ended.

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"Can we meet him?" I finally asked Annie, and we went backstage. Frank looked shocked to see us, nervously starting to remove his wig as if that would change anything.

"Keep the wig on, Frank," I told him, patting his shoulder. "God, you scared me. I thought you were cheating. But I'm glad to know the truth now."

***

As we drove home, I broke the silence. "So, did you wear my shoes?"

"At first," Frank replied. "But they didn't fit. Your feet are too small."

"Does this—whatever you're doing—mean you're a woman now?" I asked, worry creeping into my voice.

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"No! Jesus!" Frank exclaimed. "Drag queens are not transgender women, honey. That's their identity. I dress as a woman and perform for entertainment. I know I'm a man and love you, Annie, and our lives together."

"But how did you end up in that club?" I wondered as we arrived home.

"Money has been tight since Annie started college," Frank confessed. "Initially, I took a job arranging the stage and handling equipment, like a roadie. But then, I was captivated by the shows, found myself singing along, and the other queens told the manager. He offered me the job, and I couldn't say no. The pay was better, and now we don't have to worry for a while since people seem to like me."

"I didn't know we were in trouble," I admitted, grabbing his arm to halt him on our porch. "And why didn't you tell me anything? I thought you were cheating and went crazy. Compared to that… this is pretty great. I can accept this."

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"I never knew you'd be so open to this, Cheryl. And hey, we're not in trouble. But my day job was killing me. Now, I can enjoy it because I do something amazing at night, and it's earning more for our family. It's given me peace of mind, and it's like a whole new world has opened up for me."

"That sounds exciting," I smiled. Just then, Annie pulled up in her car, and for a moment, we all just hugged and stood there in silence, united in this new chapter of our lives.

The next morning, as we sat down for breakfast, the doorbell rang. "I'll get it," I said, walking over to the door. Peering through the peephole, I was stunned.

"What are you doing here?" I hissed at Adam, stepping outside to confront him. He looked both flabbergasted and upset. "Look, I'm sorry we forgot about you in the closet, but you have to leave. We can't be seen together."

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"Don't send me away again, Cheryl! You told me he was the wrong choice...unless it was all a lie? Were you manipulating me?"

"Shush...they'll hear you! Okay, let's meet later. Give me your address," I whispered, trying to placate him. After he left, I lied to Frank and Annie, claiming it was a neighbor at the door, and later went to Adam's apartment.

"Getting a divorce is hard and expensive. I'll pay for the lawyer," Adam blurted out before I could say anything. Clearly, he was still under the impression that I loved him, so I decided to placate him.

"I love you, Adam. It's as if I can't live without you. But Frank is my daughter's father."

"Hey, I was just worried... that you wouldn't choose me again if the divorce was too hard," he said, moving closer. "We can get to know your daughter...figure something out."

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"That's a good idea, baby," I murmured, touching his face, continuing the facade. Then, suggesting we have wine, I excused myself to the bathroom.

In his medicine cabinet, I discovered a bottle of sleeping pills. They were the kind with powder inside gelatin capsules. Quietly, I opened as many as I could, emptying them into his wine and stirring until they dissolved unnoticed.

We resumed sitting on his couch, drinking. I watched him closely, sipping my wine. Our conversation went on until Adam's speech began to slur and his eyes looked disoriented. He collapsed from the couch, foam seeping from his mouth. I left without calling 911.

A few days later, Frank and I were at the airport, ready for a trip to our favorite cabin. "Let me help you with your carry-on," he offered, taking my stuff and guiding me toward security with his hand on my waist.

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But the regular chatter of the airport was broken by a commotion. Police officers and airport security dashed past. "There she is!" one of the officers pointed directly at me, and I was swiftly surrounded.

"Mrs. Smith, you're under arrest for attempted murder," an officer declared, handcuffing me. I didn't resist, but Frank was confused and angry as he was held back by other officers.

Adam had survived the pills, and his testimony in court was damning. I'll spend almost a lifetime behind bars because I thought I needed to get revenge on my husband.

Each story, with its unique twist, not only sheds light on the shadows of deception but also celebrates the journey toward honesty and self-discovery. In the end, these revelations do more than just shock—they pave the way for a new understanding of love, betrayal, trust, and the consequences of being too rash.