Should a husband and wife give each other access to each others phone and emails?
Sigh. I usually don’t want to drag myself into a hypothetical, but so be it. The way I would feel about it:
I wouldn’t freak out when seeing my wife go through a box of old photos at the attic, learning more about my life, which was also her life at that point anyway. I wouldn’t mind her opening an envelope addressed just to me if she simply wanted to give me a call and relay the information that had just come in. I would probably want her to have my passwords just in case. I would probably sometimes ask her to check my mail for me. And not just my wife, but even my family members and friends sometimes.
I could multiply these examples to infinity. Say, I certainly wouldn’t mind my own wife checking out the balance on my separate account (i.e. not the big master account we kept together) just to know where we stand financially or where I stand (e.g. if concerned because I looked worried), but going through account history — or browser history for that matter — simply to satisfy her curiosity? No way.
And I wouldn’t do that either. It would be far beneath my dignity, if nothing else (and there are far better reasons that my dignity to not do that).
Someone expecting to get my passwords — for curiosity and for control — would be a different kettle of fish. I would probably have spotted such tendencies during engagement and before, and never married the woman. Or I would have expected her to make a serious, determined effort to work on those things (the decision and the effort matter more than the results; you can live with poor results if you see good-faith effort).
I would be understanding if she was simply insecure — that’s basically something like emotional flu or bronchitis or broken leg. It’s an illness that you can’t really help. Blaming the patient doesn’t assist recovery.
But if she was just trying to tweak the relationship dynamic to gain the upper hand, to informally become the managing partner in our proverbial partnership, that is to skew the relationship dynamic to benefit her and put her in control of the both of us, then I probably wouldn’t have married her. I wouldn’t have considered her marriageable. I would have put on my friend hat, distanced myself from the romantic thing, and tried to get my
friend through that
battle. Thereafter we could perhaps think about marriage. And perhaps not. I usually tend to end up unable to be attracted to my students or clients or some other form of charges and proteges. It would feel like dating a step daughter.
It would be the same as in the last paragraphs if she was simply acting out of curiosity. And by curiosity I don’t mean intellectual curiosity or desire to learn more about me, which is natural and perfectly all right, but something like going through my history to keep tabs on me. In fact, any such form of keeping tabs usually ends a relationship for me. It wouldn’t even get to the point of marriage. Or so I hope.
If I did end up, one way or the other, being married to someone acting like in the above negative examples, I would refuse to push her down the cliff and stand by as someone I loved degraded herself and her God-given human dignity (which comes from being created in His image and being loved by Him). Just like I wouldn’t watch idly if someone with lung cancer decided to smoke or someone with a bad liver decided to drink, especially someone I loved. Curiosity or lust for control as a vice is similar to any other vice or addiction or sin.
Hence, I would, among other things, end up denying requests for the same things as I would otherwise spontaneously feel like sharing (or granting or doing or whatever). In other words, I would normally be inclined to be an open book and have very little sense of separate property but just want to get some healthy solitude from time to time, but if I ended up with someone struggling with curiosity or control, then I would most certainly assert healthy boundaries. Giving in does not help them!
I would expect the same from someone I married. I would expect her to tell me and deny me if my demand was unjust, not to comply and encourage me as I walked off the cliff. This would be an essential quality in a woman I were to marry, and I would give up much to get it.
What if one refuses to do so even after questionable content (not very bad), was found?
Temptations — defeated, of course — happened even to Our Lord Himself when He became human. Venial sins happen to canonized saints. Most human beings of the so called ‘good Catholic’ subspecies struggle with a couple of vices.
Good, honest people are faithful to their spouses, not perfectly immune to everybody else. If I ‘discovered’ my wife was tempted, that would be nothing I hadn’t already known.
However, if I saw a danger of not realizing that she’s being infatuated with a different man, with some reasons to think it could get out of hand, I would warn her rather than allowing her to walk off the proverbial cliff. I generall warn people when I identify signs of being obliviously but visibly attracted to someone they have no business pursuing. I would hope for someone to give me such a warning if it was happening to me. This is part of our job as Christians, a sort of mutual obligation, even between strangers (not like two Christians can really be strangers to each other), but so much stronger in marriage.