Maybe CNS has a remedy for a slow, painful influx of information?
Today I received a message from a woman who was part of the "balancing act." She said the mirror frame looked familiar. She got selfies from our truly amazing Hero that he took in that same mirror. Probably the same photos to each of us.
At some point I realized that even with three or four of us going, the "your man loves you" messages could have been texted anywhere, because he was telling all of us the same things. The fashion selfies, the erection accompanied by "this is what you do to me" bs, he probably just copied and pasted.
How many people are you allowed to manipulate and harm before you can stop passing yourself off as a paragon of virtue?