The Auto Reply That Ended Us
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My husband, Glenn, always called himself a "low-maintenance, online-only bot." He claimed a Taurus like him just couldn’t handle the exhausting emotional demands of a water sign like me. To deal with my supposed neediness, he set up an auto-responder on his phone, specifically for my texts. On the day of my mother’s funeral, I messaged him. Glenn, my mom’s service is about to start. How far away are you? A second later, the reply flashed on my screen. Sure. I stared at the screen, a cold weight settling in my chest as I realized I had fallen for his automated machine once again.…