A love (horror) letter to dating in Dublin…
My dearest folk,
Dated a chap for a few months. He was initially the dream then became distant with me and I played it down to me being paranoid. When he comfortable he eventually found comfort in making fun of how “embarrassing” it was to be from a working class area. He was raised in an ”upper middle class” family and I come from a very working class background. At times I felt hate radiate off him because of it. He always mentioned that he was asset rich and not cash rich. Fast forward a few weeks and I dropped my guard and I’m embarrassed to say he took a large amount of money from me aka three months rent I had saved. He knew deep down that me coming from nothing meant I became very proud of saving in the hopes of someday bettering myself.
Not only is my trust now gone in humans but now also myself. How silly was I to let this happen. Folk don’t drop your guard when dating.
Sincerely,
A mid 30’s gal who now may have to move back a home because of some horrid stealing man.