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My husband found my Tinder profile, and now he wants a divorce. I’m 32, and my husband, Mark, is 38. We’ve been married for six years and have a five-year-old daughter. Our marriage had become cold. Mark worked long hours, barely paid attention to me, and dismissed every attempt I made to discuss our relationship. Four months ago, I secretly created a Tinder account. At first, I only wanted to feel attractive again. Eventually, I started flirting with a few men. Last weekend, Mark borrowed my laptop and discovered I’d left Tinder open. Mark: “Are you seriously looking for another man?” I panicked and explained that I’d never met anyone. Mark: “But you were looking!

We were discussing the private jet crash in Florida when one of my friends suddenly made a comment. Man: "Apparently, there was a female pilot. Maybe that's why it happened." Me: "What exactly do you mean?" Man: "Women can't make decisions as calmly as men. They shouldn't be entering professions meant for men." Me: "They haven't even established the cause of the crash. Why are you blaming women?" Man: "Women flying planes is dangerous in itself." The other men at the table started laughing.

I bought my daughter a $14 birthday-themed pizza last Friday, even though I knew that money was supposed to go toward our electricity bill. She was so excited when I brought it home. She kept taking pictures of it and asking if we could have pizza again next weekend. I smiled and told her we'd see. After she went to bed, I sat at the kitchen table staring at my bank balance. I had $38 left until payday, and rent was due in five days. I'm 29, raising my 8-year-old daughter alone. Her father hasn't been involved since he was sentenced to prison, and I've never received a single child support payment. I work 30 hours a week at a medical supply company, earning $19 an hour. Management keeps promising additional hours, but somehow there's always a reason they can't approve them. I have a bachelor's degree and have applied for over 70 full-time positions this year. I've attended interviews, completed assessments and even paid someone to rewrite my résumé. Nothing. Sometimes I wonder whether my daughter would have a better life if I allowed another family to raise her. I hate myself for even thinking that, but I'm exhausted.