I’m really tempted to go into this thread and say “You lie! Husbands don’t do laundry!” But we’re not supposed to joke in GQ.
Did it for you.
Just to provide a couple possibilities, my soon-to-be bride and I do say/email/text “I miss you” sometimes, even though we live together. It’s usually when we’ve both been very, very busy, preoccupied with work, had lots of things scheduled with other people, etc. and we feel distant, more like roommates than life partners. So we mean “I miss you” when we say it.
As for tBIL’s response, in MPSIMS I started a thread because I accidentally said “I love you” when hanging up the phone to a co-worker. It’s not unusual for someone to respond to such a mix-up with “I love you too, schnookum-pie!” or some variation to lightheartedly tease the sender. So I don’t actually think all that was as big a red flag.
What was a red flag was BIL’s admission that he was or had been actively interested.
My girlfriend and I were at a basketball game. Our team was losing so instead of watching tehe game we derived our entertainment from the texts of the guy next to her who was texting his buddies that a cheerleader was cruising him and he was just waiting for a signal to dash of the the bathroom for a quick BJ. (Note, not a single cheerleader was even vaguely looking in our general directions). The guy’s pretty young date was oblivious. So yes, it’s very possible to read text messages from someone else’s phone without a whole lot of effort. Even with our tired eyes.
Ick… Please tell me you accidentally-on-purpose spilled hot nacho cheese down the back of his neck!
He was beside us, not in front of us. We very nearly did say something to the poor young woman with him, but we figured he was so stupid, she’d figure out he was a douchebag pretty fast.
I’m sure she’d have been able to see his texts too, but he was sitting to her right and the game was occurring to the left, so her head was mostly turned the wrong way.
Yep, I agree with SMC. See, my dad has season tickets to the Vikings. Last year, we sat behind a frat-boy type who I dubbed Mr. Football and his buddies. At one game, he and one of his friends had brought dates (usually it was four guys; this game, two guys, two gals). I don’t know if they were “date” dates or just friends, but the buddy and his girl disappeared somewhere for like a quarter and a half, so I’m guessing at least he was on a date.
Anyway, Mr. Football and his girl. Maybe dating, maybe not. Throughout the entire game, he was texting some other chick about various naughty things they’d like to do to each other - I know because I could see his phone and easily read the texts from my seat behind him. I’ve no idea whether the girl he brought to the game could as well. Regardless, I thought it rather crass, even if the girl he brought was his sister. And anyway, there’s a game on! You have better things to do right now! But, to each his own, I guess.
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How does that make any sense? I’m not just doubting the plausibility, I’m searching for coherency.
“Well, he clearly isn’t hitting on you, because he doesn’t say anything about it in his journal.”
No.
“Obviously he’s not serious, even though I think you 2 had an affair already, because he didn’t say anything about it in his journal.”
No.
“Wait, my husband is still hitting on you? Even after that last incident when you both swore nothing happened? That dirty pig, I’m gonna fry his nuts! Here, read his journal and laugh at how pathetic he is.”
Erm, what?
No, it’s not happening. There is NO WAY the wife is going to the BIL’s wife with a question about the BIL hitting on her. The only way she would bring it up is to say, “Hey, look, you should know because I don’t want you finding out some other way, your husband keeps hitting on me even though I told him I’m not interested. I hate to be the bearer of the bad news, but I wouldn’t want someone else to tell you and you think I’m encouraging him.” I can’t get from there to “Oh, well thanks for telling me, why don’t you read his diary, but keep it hidden from your husband - I’d hate to think he read BIL’s deep thoughts.” 
I just can’t get any scenario that makes sense for the wife to get the journal from BIL’s wife. It’s a ridiculous premise.
My best guess about the OP, he went off to confront the wife and now is busy burying bodies and doesn’t want to post again out of fear someone will figure it out. 
Either that, or it’s time for finals.
No, and I don’t think very many men keep (old-fashioned written) diaries these days.
Clearly you’ve never been to a Raptors game. The douchebag’s “I wanna munch her ass!” texts were far more entertaining than the Raps getting their asses handed to them.
Can someone give me the abridged version of Pyjama Pants and why everyone was annoyed? The OP rambles on forever and the thread is pages and pages.
Yeah, I’m not getting why “Well, he didn’t write it down” means he has no interest or hasn’t been hitting on her. It seems like a total non sequitur to me.
Because based on the few posts I read, it’s almost surely made up. This being the internet, nobody knows for sure and there was much speculation. It turned into an argument in a couple of Pit threads, including this one.
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There’s actually nothing wrong with making jokes in GQ. We’re a fun crowd! We only have a problem with joke answers made before there is a real answer.
Give the OP a chance to get some serious responses, then feel free to insert that hilarious quip you’ve been saving up!
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I wish this OP would come back and give me some closure. Mmm, sweet, sweet closure.
Is this inspired by Hitchcock’s Rope?
It made me think of “The Telltale Heart.” Only without the hallucinating bit. . .
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Practice imitating BIL’s handwriting
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Add some interesting entries to the diary
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Profit!
Either bad stuff went down or he’s got enough plausible background info for his Literotica story and split. 
Maybe the BIL’s wife knows about the journal. He might have said something to her like, “Goin’ out to make some sketches honey, be back in a few.” Then, :eek::eek:ps he forgot and left it behind. Then she thinks, better take this home and stash it in the undies drawer until we see each other again. Nahh, that couldn’t happen either!
I am independently evil.