It’s 2am and I’m home alone, falling down a rabbit hole online. On my phone is the profile of a new man I’m seeing, and I’m forensically looking through it for evidence of his past love life.
There are holiday photos, party photos, weekend-away photos. And in all of them, I hunt for ‘her’ – the one before me... and the ones before that. My thumb hovers over each, making sure not to inadvertently hit the ‘like’ button that would alert him to my nocturnal snooping.
When I was younger, and people were less prudent about what they shared online, there would be years’ worth of these images to torture myself with, my new boyfriend smiling with his arm around another woman.
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