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I don’t know when he went off the rails. I do know that he got so good at lying that no one — not his family, not our friends, not our marriage counselor and most certainly not I — suspected that he had two separate lives.

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Conversations about life, travel, art have been degraded down to Tinder swiping, him incessantly asking which women I found attractive or who should join us on our next rendezvous. Tears swell up in my eyes.

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8. Taking a photo is hard. We live busy lives. Between work, pretending to exercise, and Netflix, we do not have time to take fifty pictures of ourselves until we find a photo on that perfect border of cute-enough-for-me-to-like and slutty-enough-for-you-to-be-complacent.

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I never set out to break the girl code, but my habits won over my morals and with every drink, my inhibitions loosened.

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Next is a message from white4latinoass that, admittedly, isn’t that creative a screen name and I’m not that into racial stereotyping so I’m already put off. Read his profile. Dude’s into crystal meth and that kind of freaks me out so I don’t say anything back. Bro gets exed out.