I married at 20 to get away from it, but my husband, Liam, decided that “Love, Honor, and Obey” was really man-code for “Screw Over and Betray.” I decided I deserved better than that and, going against every word of advice I ever received, left him. Then I was, to my Irish Catholic mother’s eternal dismay: divorced. Saints preserve us. Time passed and people finally stopped thinking of me as divorced and started thinking of me as single again, so I began to date. Then I was single, but dating. Now single, but dating, is better than just single, but not by much. Single, but dating is just a step on the road to married as far as Blue River is concerned. When my sex-drive stepped in and informed me that my sporadic ventures into dating weren’t cutting it, I finally gave in to temptation and slept with Donovan Collins. That moved me from dating, to easy, because even though Donovan and I had worked together for years, he wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship.
