Love, Rosie (166 page)

k

Welcome
to
the
Relieved
Divorced
Dubliners
internet
chat
room

There
are
currently
five
people
chatting

Buttercup
has
joined
the
room

Divorced_1:

Buttercup:

Wildflower:

UnsureOne:

Screw
him,
screw’m,
screw’m,
screw’m!

Hello
everyone.

Wahooooo!
You
tell
her
Divorced_1!

I
know
Divorced_1
but
that’s
the
problem
now
isn’t
it?
I
can’t

“screw
him”
anymore,
he’s
gone.
I
should
never
have
let
him

leave;
oh
it’s
all
my
fault.

Buttercup:

Divorced_1:

Em
.
.
.
hello
everyone,
is
this
working,
can
you
all
read
what

I’m
writing?

Oh
shut
up
UnsureOne,
I’m
sick
of
listening
to
you
moaning

night
after
night.
How
is
it
your
fault?
Did
you
drag
him
into

the
car
and
drive
him
to
the
hotel
room?
Did
you
pull
his

pants
down
around
his
ankles
and
push
him
on
top
of
her
on

the
bed?

UnsureOne:

LonelyLady:

Divorced_1:

Oh
please
stop
Divorced_1!
Stop!
Stop!
Stop!
No
I
didn’t!

Oh
leave
her
alone,
there’s
no
need
to
be
so
graphic.

Look
I’m
only
trying
to
help.
If
you
didn’t
do
all
those
things

then
how
on
earth
is
it
your
fault?

love,
rosie

253

Oh
I’m
not
sure
this
is
working,
hello?
Hello?
Hello?
Stupid

bloody
computer.
Can
anyone
answer
me?

Well
you
know,
maybe
I
inadvertently
put
him
under
pressure

to
do
better
at
his
job.
You
know
how
things
are
so
expensive

these
days
and
the
kids
always
want
more,
more,
more.
Well

they
were
going
back
to
school
and
the
uniforms
and
books

are
always
so
expensive
and
I
kept
telling
him
we
needed

more
money
because
it
was
tight
and
I’m
not
sure
but
maybe

it
was
my
fault,
you
know?

Buttercup:

UnsureOne:

LonelyLady:

Wildflower:

Divorced_1:

Buttercup:

Oh
please
Unsure
.
.
.

Oh
I
have
heard
quite
enough
for
one
night
.
.
.

Look
just
forget
about
him.
He’s
a
bastard
and
that’s
all
there

is
to
it.
Screw’m.

Well
not
that
anyone
cares,
but
there
was
only
one
kind
of

job
your
husband
was
thinking
of
that
night
and
it
didn’t

involve
a
day
at
the
office.

Wildflower:

Divorced_1:

UnsureOne:

LonelyLady:

Wildflower:

Wahoooo!
Welcome
Buttercup!

You’re
right
Buttercup,
screw’m.

Are
you
sure
Buttercup?

I
tend
to
agree
with
the
others
UnsureOne.
Welcome
Butter-

cup,
you
want
to
chat?

Oh
please
LonelyLady,
every
time
you
ask
one
of
our
visitors

if
they
want
to
chat
you
scare
them
away.
You
sound
like
you

want
to
talk
dirty
or
something.