• Relationships,
  • Divorce,
  • Marriage

Within a week I matched with a recently divorced friend of ours, uncomfortable on all levels seeing how a close friend is selling himself to the opposite sex

It was a swift delve because I met my now ex-husband a few months later. But it was one that left me confused – I’d accidentally forgotten to cap the age range so was being served up granddads a plenty.

This time round, after exiting a 17-year e. Tech has come on leaps and bounds and it’s a veritable game of aesthetic Top Trumps. I bumbled onto Bumble initially and then swung via Hinge, which – on the face of it – looked like it served up a higher calibre of potential suitor.

Having never swiped left or right and at 42-years-old with two kids and a weight of unresolved trauma in my arsenal, it was a baptism of fire. It’s like The Hunger Games but imminent death is exchanged for brutal ghosting and awkward answers to “Describe your ideal Sunday…”. Seeing “A roast, a glass of red and a walk” on repeat was unendingly dispiriting.

One Hinger sent this message: “Do you have a sister? I’m into doubling up.” I do have a sister but she’s been married to her wife for five years and even if she wasn’t, sibling incest simply isn’t my bag.

But while navigating separation, moving on can be the hardest bit. It’s the final frontier of divorce. It’s all well and good saying it’s amicable when there’s no other partner in the mix.

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