lt a part of. I ordered room service, something I hadn' t done in years, and tried to en

Mom. It' s not

, my appetite gone. Just as I was about to turn on the T

o see this.

k to a Reddit post. My hand

tion years ago. I was in a bikini, laughing, a beer in my hand. The caption read:

ng. It was a private photo, from a private moment. And

omments, a knot of dread

"What happened?

my rich dad and had to clean up her act. Now she'

It wasn' t just the divorce. This was a betrayal so deep, so personal, it felt like it was rewriting m

ngers numb. The anonymous me

iend. Or ex-girlfriend, now. He'