There’s something so unnerving about someone going through your things without asking. When I was a kid, 95% of my arguments with my sister were about this exact issue. I would want to borrow some of her clothes for school. I would take them without asking because she was still sleeping, and she would get mad at me. You would think I would be the clear villain, but I remember waking up many mornings to find her doing the exact same thing in my closet. While this whole beef could’ve been resolved if we had reached a verbal agreement, it was way more fun to fight about it than actually communicate. In my opinion, this kind of snooping and borrowing had pretty low stakes. Unless you ruined your sister’s clothes, you’re not causing the harm that chronic snooping does. I’m talking about your mom reading your diary levels of betrayal…