‘Maybe I do okay, but so what? You spent the best part of six months tormenting me with other women, so excuse me for still being sensitive about that whole thing and not appreciating it being rubbed in my face.’ Tears bite me, and I inwardly curse my inability to remain emotionally stable around this man. He brings it out of me like a torrent of unleashed water I have no control over.

‘I’M FUCKING SORRY!!!!’ He yells at me so loudly it’s like a boom, making me jump in ...