My life as a GAA widow

Michelle Murphy laments her life with a GAA obsessed / addicted boyfriend

I SWORE it would never happen to me. Growing up I watched the life my mother had at the hands of my father and vowed that that would never be my lot. The cravings, the all-consuming obsession, the constant search for the next fix.

No, I vowed, that will not be the life I choose. And yet, here I am: a modern, educated, thirty-something woman in exactly the same situation my mother found herself in over fifty years earlier. It’s strange: no matter how hard one tries to break the cycle, sometimes history just seems determined to repeat itself.