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Sunday, November 30, 2008

But It Was an iPhone Glitch, Baby!

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The Junky's Wife recently forwarded me a news story about a woman who posted a question to Apple's support forum about a possible problem with her husband's iPhone. "Susan042764" from New Jersey asked if there was any known issue with iPhones attaching and e-mailing photos by themselves. Apparently, when she found naked pictures of her husband attached to an e-mail to another woman, her husband told her there was a porn ghost in his machine that sent them without his knowledge.

He claimed to have been as shocked as his wife was to find racy pictures in his outbox and told her he had even dutifully taken the phone to the Genius Bar at a local Apple Store, where he was informed by experts that this kind of thing has been known to happen.

Of course, the people on the Apple Support forum told Susan042764 in no uncertain terms that her husband was lying, and some people have supposedly expressed skepticism that the story is even real. After all, to someone who hasn't lived with an addict, it sounds unbelievable. Who would send naked pictures of himself to another woman and then, when faced with proof, blame it on an outrageous technical problem rather than just admit he'd been caught with his literal and figurative pants down? And who, for even a minute, would believe that it was more likely that Apple was shipping possessed iPhones than that her husband would lie and cheat?

Yet, I've certainly known that kind of thing to happen. When you live with an addict, strange things happen all the time. Porn or alcohol or drug paraphernalia just shows up, mysteriously. Computer problems and untrustworthy house guests and incompetent service people abound in the lives of addicts. When I was doing the laundry several years ago, I found a receipt for drinks for two, and when I asked my husband about it, he told me the waiter must have made a mistake. He was in a hotel bar alone, had ordered a drink, didn't like it, and immediately ordered a second. Why the receipt read "Guests: 2" was a mystery. Something about that didn't seem right to me, but my husband wouldn't lie. Would I trust a busy waiter more than a man who refuses to call in sick to work when he's not sick?

Addicts lie, sometimes outrageously, to protect their addiction. And the people who love them, believe them. I don't know whether the story is true or whether Susan042764's husband is a sex addict, but I do know it was a story of a very familiar kind of insanity and that nearly everyone who has been close to an addict will have a story a little bit like it.


This post was originally published at The Second Road.

1 comments:

  1. Your blog today reminded me of a incident that happened about 2 months ago. I will just list the facts, and then at the end give my opinion:
    10:30AM
    Sue ( my wife) gets a call on her cell, when she sees the number, she doesn’t pick it up. She says she doesn’t know who it was.
    11:30
    Sue gets a text message she says is from Sherry confirming lunch
    Sue tells me that she is going to have lunch with Sherry. Sue leaves shortly afterwards.
    12:30
    Sherry calls the house looking for Sue, she tells me that she does not have plans with Sue and she never made plans as she’s going to a language lessons.
    4:00
    Sue calls me, to say she is delayed at a restaurant l (picking up food for night) She gives me her version of what happened. She was aware that Sherry called me.
    Evening
    Sue gets an e-mail ( I was still checking at that point) from some guy with Italian IP saying what a good lover Sue is, and how wonderful it is to kiss her all over her body.
    Sue replies back, thanking him for the great afternoon.

    Sue story
    There was a misunderstanding with Sherry.
    Sue was also going to have lunch with another friend as well.
    They met at a coffee shop, and while the friend was crying her heart out to Sue, she says that she was having Cyber Sex with this guy on her Treo.

    The next day
    I went out with the girls in the afternoon, when I came back there were a number of files from my computer gone.
    The wastebasket was empty (I didn’t clear it recently)
    All the files had to do with Sue
    The e-mails from the Italian the day before were also gone
    The files were accessed when I was with the girls
    I checked my back up and the files were there on Monday
    There was no one else in the house
    Sue Story
    She didn’t touch my computer
    Shes afraid of my computer
    She didn’t leave the basements in the 2 hours I was gone
    She wouldn’t know where to look
    She would have deleted a lot more
    Strange things happen to her


    So…….I think there is enough to convict her on both incidents. But for some reason, I believe her. She didn’t sleep with the Italian and she didn’t delete my files. I can not explain how they disappeared.
    Sick…ehh
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