Tiger Woods's, pictured with wife Elin Nordegren, multiple infidelities were revealed by over a dozen women

Now, I am not a woman who spies. I know this is an odd admission, but I have met so many women who do spy on their partners that it seems almost natural to assume we all do.

Just look at the selection of love rats - Ronan Keating (who would have thought it!), Ashley Cole (everyone thought it), Vernon Kay (but only of the text messaging type). Even that lovely Mark Owen from Take That has had a series of affairs.

Women have become so paranoid they spend their lives electronically checking up on their husbands. They hack into their emails, scroll through their iPhones and constantly sneak peeks at their BlackBerrys.

This seems crazy, but when I ask my friends why they do this checking up, all of them say they believe all men would have an affair given the opportunity.

And that opportunity has come everyone's way thanks to the internet, Facebook, Friends Reunited and text messaging ... on and on it goes.

I have never suspected my husband of anything. I have never had any reason to. He has three phones. I don't access any of them. I would feel it was an invasion of his privacy - I also don't know how to access his phones as I am a technophobe. I don't even know how to turn on an iPhone, let alone find incriminating evidence on it.

I don't check his mobile phone bill, re-dial numbers he has called or do any of the stuff that so many women do.

Women faint when I tell them this. They think I have gone mad. 'HE HAS THREE PHONES!' they shout. 'WHY DON'T YOU CHECK UP ON HIM?'

I then reveal that, half the time, I don't even know where he is. That makes them nearly tear their hair out in frustration.

But, I say, there are many reasons why I don't. For a start, our relationship is hardly going to work if I trust him so little. How can I expect us to function if I am constantly demanding to read his text messages and hacking into his Facebook account? Also, maybe I don't want to know if he is having an affair (which I am sure he is not).

This is a concept most women struggle with. Yet why would I want to know? What effect would it have on my family and I? It would turn me into a screaming harpy, demanding to know where he was every second of the day and becoming rigid with paranoia like most other women I meet.

It would make me feel undermined, lied to and unloved. I trust my husband, so I have decided maybe it's better to leave it at that and not go digging around in order to unearth something that might tip our world upside down.

In order for us to continue our harmonious life, maybe it's better not to know.

I want to tell so many of my friends this. I have seen them destroyed by what they discover. Yet what good has it done them?

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