It's Katie they comes home at 7pm. Zoe and I allowed near each other. So she moved out of here in January so it's been a fairly long time. I've grieved a lot, new medication, more doctors. I'm not getting any younger, I've found a new job which ironically is in her town, but there's this nagging feeling that somethings up.

The domestic violence was true, I was the perpetrator and it got very violent, very quickly. But that was because of this red mist I have every now and again. Katie is aware of my illnesses, my behaviour, when it's time to back off, and when I need comforting. She's great with me in that aspect, I've been brought up better than to be violent towards my lover. It was just a spontaneous moment.