Six years of a woman leaving the house in the morning to go and be somebody her husband had never met.
He was shallow and he was ashamed of where I came from and he said a dozen things to me over six years that I will not be putting in writing.
And he was also married to a woman who was lying to him in a sustained, structural, professionally advised way about who she was, every day, from 2019 to 2025.
Both of those are true, and for eleven months I have been trying to work out whether one of them made the other inevitable, and I do not think it did, and I am not completely sure.
Linnea.
She is twenty-nine.
Her job — group operations coordinator — was created in the October of 2025, four weeks after his promotion, by him, with a salary band he set.
That is in the HR review and it is the only part of this that made me properly angry at three in the morning, because it is the one piece of it that is not about me at all.
