Chris doesn't know the passwords to mine because he doesn't care. He'd rather "smash his gonads with a wooden mallet" than spend 10 seconds on facebook. He isn't one who is interested in connecting with others via social media outlets and I believe he thinks I'm crazy because I do. If he asked, however, I'd give him all my passwords without hesitation. The only thing that would bother me is that he felt a need to do so. If he asked or bothered to check on my things it would be because something was amiss and that's obviously a bigger issue than reading my email. I know all of his passwords because his accounts are personal and business related. I've never one time looked. Again, if I felt the need to check something much bigger would need to be addressed than being sure I had a password correct.
My life is such an open book - hello, blog! - that I'm surprised I haven't given YOU my passwords. Or maybe it's just that with true love and respect there is an understood honesty and loyalty that goes without saying. And no, after 17 years I am not naive. I just know that our online lives are not check-worthy. If he wanted to hear about the kids fighting, me being tired, all the unfolded clean laundry around the house, or how I don't cook he'd just come home and look around. He doesn't need to read it in text, too.