I'm in a happy place. My bills are paid. My family is still here (despite ongoing medical issues). And I still have a job. I'm on track to being "ABD" (all but dissertation) by my 35th birthday. And finally, after 4 years of heartbreak, disastrous dates, and just utter foolishness, I have the love of a good man who adores me from top to bottom, inside and out. Yet the ghost of my past relationship keeps haunting me. I don't mean that my ex husband is bothering me or keeping me from moving on. Quite the opposite. He's moved on and I have too. We are at a cordial place with each other from time to time (when I feel like being bothered). Basically, he ain't worried about me and I ain't worried about him. What I'm talking about is the goddamn Internet and all its regrettable abilities to bring up old shit. When I was married, my ex and I took some sexy, romantic and semi-boudoir shots for a friend of his. It was for her budding portfoli...