I recently discovered that my husband was on a dating app. Instead of confronting him right away, I decided to do a little digging first. I created a fake profile using someone else’s pictures and started chatting with him, just to see how far he’d go. It didn’t take long before he matched with “her” and started opening up. He claimed he was long divorced,
—said his wife (me) had left him—and painted himself as a lonely, wholesome guy just looking for love. He even spun some sob story about how hard dating was for a “nice guy” like him. I played along and eventually set up a fake meetup with him in another city, making sure it was inconvenient and just far enough away to be a hassle. That night,