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My name’s Jessica. I’m 29. And I’m about to tell you something that even my mum only knows half of. I kept quiet for a long time because I was ashamed. But if my story helps even one person crawl out of that hole, the kind where no light gets in and every breath feels heavy, then it was worth saying. I was with Michael for nearly two years. He was one of those men who felt electric, always moving, always joking, always with money in his pocket. One day he’d done some deal, next day he’d helped someone with an investment, then he’d sold something and made good money. I was completely in love and never really asked where it all came from. He’d hold me, tell me, one day I’m going to marry you, babe, just wait a bit. And I believed him. Like an absolute idiot. Then one day he just vanished. He called one evening, sounding completely normal, said he had to go to Cork to see his parents, some family issue. I asked him to at least text me. He sent one short message, everything’s fine, I won’t be gone long. Then silence. Two weeks, no calls, no messages, not even a like on social media. At first I was angry, thinking what the hell is he doing. Then I started panicking. Then the real nightmare began. An unknown number called. A man’s voice, calm but cold, said your boyfriend Michael borrowed money from me. Time’s up. Where is he. I froze and said I didn’t know, he’d gone away. The next day, another call. Then another. Then another. Different numbers, some Irish, some English. The amounts were all different, but together it came to more than fourteen thousand euros. Fourteen thousand. For the last six months he’d been telling people stories about profitable investments, taking their money and disappearing. I was left alone in the flat we used to split rent on. I worked on the till at Tesco, my share of the rent was about 600 euros a month. And now threats were pouring in. We know where you live. We know the route you take home from work. If you don’t pay it back, things
