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As I powered up his computer, his ChatGPT, almost poetically, was already front and center on the screen. As I copied and pasted my email, I peered to the left side of the screen, and that’s when I saw it in the sidebar: a past chat titled “Relationship Issues and Uncertainty.” I stared at the words. Now, here is where I am certain many will piously tell me I dug my own grave. I invaded his privacy. That I never should’ve read what I read. That the man is allowed to share private thoughts wit