With her desperation mounting, Sarah explores all avenues, reaching out to anyone who may be able to help. So, the duo exchanges details and part, promising to stay in constant contact and to reconnect as soon as Eddie returns from Spain.īut Sarah doesn’t hear from Eddie that night.Īs the days pass and her increasingly urgent texts go unanswered, Sarah is left wondering what’s going on.Ĭould she really have been wrong about Eddie? Though she is pretty content to never leave the love nest she and Eddie have built - and he doesn’t seem in a rush to push her from it - Eddie is scheduled to head off on holiday. One day becomes two, then three, then four… and, before they know it, seven perfect days have passed.

They have an immediate spark, so she accompanies him to a pub.įree to do what she wants without having to explain herself - because, conveniently, her parents have been called out of town to care for her suddenly ailing grandfather - she settles in at Eddie’s house. Though she expects this trip to be like all the other ones before it, fate intervenes and, on a country road, Sarah meets Eddie. This leaves Sarah newly single as she heads, as she does annually, back to England to visit her parents. Her husband - like so many husbands before him - has fallen into the arms of another - younger - woman. They married, started a non-profit, and built a life together.īut now her marriage has ended. Much like me, Sarah was quite young when she settled down.Īfter moving from England to LA in a desperate bid to escape some unfortunate experiences of her past, she met and quickly fell in love with an American. Honestly, had I been tasked with finding a mate in a world where ghosting was a legit thing, I would have just called it a day and bought some more fucking cats. I mean just look at ghosting… it didn’t even really exist back in the aughts. Looking back now, I’m even more grateful that I somehow took this exceptionally unorthodox path to matrimony as the whole process of dating seems to be so much fucking harder now than it was back in the late 90’s and early 2000’s when I was a dater. Let’s just not go into the details regarding how exactly that happened. Sure, I kinda wanted to get married, and I definitely wanted to have kids, but wasn’t there just a way to do that without the whole dating part?īy the grace of God - and, really, by the inhibition eliminating power of Grey Goose - I transformed a friend into a romantic partner and married his ass without every actually dating him - Yeah. After a while, the intensity of this anxiety led me to avoid dating altogether.

Ghosted by Rosie Walsh