My Husband Texted From Vegas: ‘Just Married My Coworker. You’re Pathetic BTW.’ I Replied: ‘Cool.’ Then I Blocked His Cards And Changed The Locks On The House. The Next Morning, The Police Were Standing At My Door…

I was the problem. A version he could deploy the second he stopped needing me to absorb his problems for him.

So I called my friend David.

David wasn’t a hacker in any dramatic sense. He was just someone who understood how digital communication actually works, and who knew that people conducting what they believe is a private conversation almost never continue reading …