I understand now why, if you are in an emotionally abusive relationship, how difficult it can feel to speak up or escape it [...] Part of the abuse is that it removes your layers of self-confidence until you are so co-dependent that you don’t think you can exist without the other person. Often the other person is telling you things like "You'll never find anyone who loves you like I do." I’ve had that said to me in that relationship.

A few months before leaving for LA, I found myself bored one Saturday morning and decided to download a new app I'd heard about called Hinge. This time, I chose not to be so prescriptive. I made my age range wider and said I was open to dating men with children. I matched with a man whose photos weren't all that great. He described himself as a "Zennist" and had three children — three! — but he was persistent. He started messaging me every single day, which, after a small eternity of emotional f***wittage, seemed to me to be deeply weird. After a fortnight of texting, we agreed to a date. I said I'd only be free for two hours from 5-7pm. I walked into the hotel bar with zero expectation. After all, I was moving to LA. I had a whole new perspective on single life.
A distractingly handsome chap sat at a table by the window. It was the first time I had ever met someone on the apps who looked better in real life than in his profile picture. We chatted easily. He asked great questions. By 7pm, I was annoyed with myself that I'd invented a dinner to go to. He kissed me on both cheeks as we said goodbye.
We went on more dates. I didn't move to LA. We'll have been together seven years in March. He is now my husband.