Lathering the dishes in soap, I passed them to my partner Adam, then 37, to dry. We’d had friends over to watch the AFL, and were cleaning up before heading to bed. When my phone buzzed, I dried my hands to check the notification.
How do you like my sloppy seconds? the Facebook message read.
Frowning, I saw it’d come from an account named Adam Isaloser.
Adam and I had been dating for nearly a year. Now as a flurry of abusive messages came through, it was clear someone had it