I bumped into Freds Mum when I did my jogging on my routes and she was nice saying she got cabin fever too some days. And I didn't feel like I was imposing or unwelcome when I was over. I did think that they maybe thought I wouldn't be good enough. But I had achieved things. His sister's boyfriend spoke about tkd on a programme he saw. I was known for it.
All I had at home was a box room. Martin had a spacious room. He had a sub woofer for films. Evenings at his were miles better than me brooding alone. And I was ****ing difficult when trying to adjust to everything. Trying to get better, not realising the time it would take. I turned Fred away some nights, because I knew that his friends would take the Mick. My mum said I didn't deserve a devoted man like him and why he still bothered with me was a mystery.
We would get Oreo ice creams and chicken wraps from McDonald's and go walks and drives. We'd go out all the time to pubs and people would say they were so glad we stayed together.