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Loyalty Inspector

Ran into this piece about relationship loyalty inspectors and could not tell if it the author's imagination or there was some truth to the story. Though sometimes truth is much stranger than fiction. I know of a woman who spent over a decade of her marriage trying to get prepared for divorce - in every way possible. It was as if she was preparing for trial just that she gave herself ten years to do it. 

By the time she filed she must have been the most ready plaintiff for divorce ever. Interestingly, the outcomes for her were a mixed bag. She won big of course with all that legwork but on the human side of things much was irretrievably lost. She would be the kind of person who would employ such an inspector if they happened to exit. Just another item for her files. There are many who want a certain outcome and a path they want to follow to get out of a relationship. Turns out there is some truth to the story

The 20-year-old has been offering to message women whose boyfriends suspect they might be prone to cheating. His loyalty test involves checking whether their partner can be trusted by sliding into their DMs before he reports back to their suspicious boyfriends with the message exchange.

If a person gets to the point of needing such service, chances are very high the relationship is long over and dead. All of this evidence of wrong-doing will only put the last nail in the coffin. Highly unlikely that passing the loyalty test with flying colors will improve the state of the union. Seems to me that people to part ways a lot sooner and be better off for it. 

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