Swipe left-beard. Swipe left-sandals. Swipe left-cigarette. OMG. Why did she put herself through this every flippin’ day? It was exhausting. 38 days later. This sucks.

Swipe left. Left. Left. Left. Then a pop up. “You have just been super swiped? What the heck does that mean?” She thought no one saw her profile unless she allowed them? Click.

Immediately, she felt her heart rate speed up, her head bowed, her backed hunched, her body instinctively getting in the smallest space possible. Unbelievably, staring back at her smiling broadly in a overlarge cowboy hat was ex-husband. Her sexually, mentally, physically abusive husband. The one who held her against the wall by her neck 6 inches above the floor. The one who cheated on her hundreds of times. The old humiliation, anger, hurt rolled over her again and again.

She breathed-in 3 out 6. In 3 out 6. As her body began to relax, she smiled. Report abuse. Swipe left. Delete application.