Just under two years ago, aged 31, I went on a dating app for the first time. Until that day, I had never formed a romantic connection with a stranger. And here I was, a month after my husband ended our marriage, sending devil emojis to a man I knew virtually nothing about.It wasn’t as nerve-racking as I thought it would be — until he asked for my Instagram profile.The latest three posts documented my wedding day, which had taken place just seven short months earlier. In one, I’m sickeningly happy, showing off the £5,000 bespoke wedding dress I imagined I’d eventually pass on to a daughter.
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