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The images were taken in our former home, sitting on my furniture. Though he never showed his face, it wasn’t necessary. Within a few clicks, I was staring at photographs of my ex-husband’s dick. Website? I googled his screen name.īingo. The “jailer” made reference to my ex-husband’s website. As I quickly scanned the now-familiar words, something new jumped out at me. While unpacking my desk in our new home, I came across the transcript of the chat that had brought down my marriage. We’d get a brand-new start, my children and me, away from anyone who knew that we’d once been a different, complete family. Our eight-year marriage was over before the indentation from my wedding ring had even faded from my finger.īecause I couldn’t bear the thought of enduring other people’s pity - or ridicule - and because I had two very small children to raise, I made the decision to pack up and move two states away. In the Deep South state we lived in at the time, within 30 days it was final. He was surprisingly conciliatory and accommodating in the divorce negotiations. I remember putting my hand on my chest, gasping for air, as the world I thought I knew shattered around me. When I read those words, a chat conversation between my then-husband and another man, it felt for just a moment like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room. “I’ll be the jailer and you be the naughty prisoner.” This is the second installment in a new personal essay series, "Searched and Destroyed," about the unexpected lessons of the Internet.