It began on May 1 with an email saying a request had been made to change my Facebook password. I hadn't made that request. More of these emails followed in quick succession, a few minutes apart. It was like being in labor, but instead of me birthing a baby, a hacker was spawning fraudulent access into my thoughts, locations, photos, and feelings.  With every email I got, I clicked on the blue square that said "This wasn't me." But that didn't relieve these troublesome pains. Instead, an email was delivered that said Facebook had detected a suspicious login near Seattle - 2,400 miles away from where I sat.  To increase security, I have two-factor authentication (2FA) on my account - with every login, a code is sent to my cell phone that also has to be entered to access my information. But somehow the fraudulent login didn't trigger a code, and the 2FA didn't prevent the hacker from getting in.  So I requested a security code from Facebook, got into my accou...