I am standing outside a horse corral in Malibu with a headlamp on in the dark. I have just finished dinner at the home of my ex-boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend, a woman I did not know personally until last week.
And while we have spent the last few hours swapping stories along with a few other women in attendance, this is the first time since our meeting that we’ve been alone.
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The week my ex-boyfriend unsubscribed to this newsletter his ex-girlfriend, the one who dated him for over a year just before I did, became a subscriber.
I knew who she was and was trying to make sense of the coincidence.
She had found me through a mutual friend and was getting to know me through my work — which she felt compelled to support and even comment on — without knowing that we both loved the same man.
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