Once upon a time, a girl married a man. He had a shady reputation, but she thought he was kind of cute. Plus, he was rich (not that she noticed, of course). So they married, and went to live in his castle, which was extremely isolated because he liked his alone time.
A few days after the honeymoon, he told her that he had to leave the castle on business. He felt bad about it, she could tell, so she accepted the keys he gave her without pouting too much. The ring weighed a ton – it held the keys to every lock in house, from the basement to the breadbox.
He said to her, “baby, you use every single one, except for this one.” He held up a glass key and pointed to a nondescript door, almost like he wanted her to know exactly which on it opened. “Don’t open that door, sugarplum. Seriously. If you do, I’ll have to kill you. Fair warning.”
Then he left.
The girl frowned. Was that where he kept his porn? The room gave her a bad feeling, so she waited until she heard his car cross the drawbridge, and went in. . What she found shocked her. Bits and pieces of his exes were scattered, willy nilly, all over the room. Hands, torsos, heads…. The place was a wreck. Unable to stand the mess, she went to work reassembling the ladies, until they were all lined up, as neat and pretty as Barbies.
She was just congratulating herself on a job well done when her husband came back home. When he discovered her in his secret room, he was understandably upset. Yes, she’d broken his trust, but he’d been the one to test her, which wasn’t cool either – a point that he had to concede.
They closed the door on the Barbie exes and had a heart to heart about mutual trust in heir marriage. She also convinced him not to to be a slob, even in his man cave.
Bluebeard was struck by her enlightened approach to relationships. He also had to admit that his man cave looked great.. From that day forward, he left the door unlocked, while she, inspired by his hobby, began a true crime podcast, which he guested on pretty regularly.
They lived happily ever after.