I rang him to tell him I was upset. I told him that maybe tommorrow I would break up with him. Maybe I shouldn't of. But the more I talked to him the more and more and more upset I got and the more and more and more I realised that I couldn't be with him or near him anymore.

I can't believe I'm crying because I asked him to stay and he turned that round into calling me a selfish bitch because I understood that sometimes you have to take your trousers off and make a drink in your own house.