I'm back together with the man that hacked me. Is it doomed?
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I just got back with the man I had been dating and living with for three years after spending two years apart from one another. We originally broke up because I found out he had hacked into all of my social media accounts—Facebook, Twitter, even my Gmail. There he began contacting men he suspected I had been in a relationship with before him. When a male friend confronted me about a "weird" message he'd received from me, I figured out what my boyfriend had done. I was horrified, broke up with him on the spot, and found a new apartment.
He never fell out of love with me and pursued me consistently for the next two years, making almost every grand gesture: sending flowers, gifts, and writing me songs.
I came back to him because although I've been in two serious relationships since, and moved even farther away from him, I still can't get him out of my head. Our jokes, our food, our philosophies, our TV preferences. We just jibe. I think he's changed, too. He lost weight, got out of debt, and he has a new incredible job. He swears he wasn't in a good place when he was stalking me online and is a new man. We just spent three drama-free, blissful weeks together on a trip. I'm afraid to tell my parents that we're back together and haven't yet. Most of all, I'm afraid to tell my best friend. I really find myself back in love again. Am I really making the mistake everyone will think I am?
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