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So there I was, miles from my mom, with the phone squished against my ear as I listened to her type my user name and password into JDate’s login box.
I was messing around in the attic looking for my grandmother’s Nazi memorabilia and I found this diary from one of her relatives.
Holidays are our escape from the drudge of everyday life. There’s no morning commute, no nine-to-five. We leave our diets at home in order to pamper and indulge.
I was destroyed. I was remade in someone else’s image. Some may call it a relationship, but for me, it was a cult.