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We've gotten to know each other really well over recent months, REALLY well, and part of me always wondered "does she like me?", "does she think I'm hot/attractive?", "is she actually interested in me in any way?".. Well the answer was a very resounding"yes!" And, at this point in time, I couldn't be happier..

Anna, if you ever get to read this please know that you make me so happy.. Please know that I am primetime, 100%, head over heels in love with you! Please know that you're the only one who knows about my loud smile.. Please know that you've saved me, in all the ways that a person can be saved.. Know that you're the last thing I think about before I go to bed and the first person I think of in the morning.. Know that when you touch and kiss me, you're lighting fires that haven't been lit like that before.. Know that whe you look at me I am so lost in your eyes.. Know that you make me feel like flying.. Know that I only have eyes for you..

I am so proud of who you are and where we're going - I'm happy to take it slow with you because I don't want anything to potentially ruin what we have!

I can't wait to hold you tomorrow night and feel you around me.. I'm genuinely buzzin' for it! And not because I just want to sleep with you, because of course I do, but because with you, I can just 🐝

If you wanna keep in contact with him, you crack on, it's your prerogative, but don't then bullshit me and tell me that you're hardly talking to him and that you don't want/need him in your life - you're such a liar! We were at the radio tonight and you covered your phone when he messaged you and then you were messaging him back, like WTF? It's just drama, so much drama.. Like, for some reason, you cannot or refuse to disassociate yourself from him. You even told me that we had to go and let the dogs out - you knew that, I knew that, he knew that.. Yet, for some reason, you're still messaging him about something.. I can't be associated with that kinda bullshit, I just can't.

Just to clarify, this isn't a jealousy thing, BELIEVE ME, it's more of a "are you fucking taking the piss?!" kinda thing.

You telling me that you "had a conversation with him" - what's that all about? Are you trying to impress me? Because I really couldn't give a shit, I'm so over the whole thing - you only did it because I ripped into you the other day about, how after nearly 18 months, and whether you like to admit it or not, you still hold him on some regard, you still have to reply to his daily messages - how can you be only talking about the dogs when it's a daily thing? I don't get it, I really don't..

I come back home to a barrage of verbal and emotional abuse from my mother, who still feels she's done nothing wrong. She barricaded me into my own bedroom and wouldn't let me leave until she'd said how upset she was, how she cried herself to sleep and how much I'd changed..

Well FUCK YOU! Who in the fuck do you think you are that you can come into my house and treat me like I'm a fucking child? Tell me how I should be doing things and how I'm disrespecting you? When all the time you're critical of how I parent my children..