Okay…
You know those news reports (well, maybe not here in the UK too much, but certainly in the States) where they find dozens and dozens of bodies in some guys basement and they interview the neighbours, and all the neighbours are like, "I'm just so surprised...he was always so nice and quiet and polite"!!!
That’s me.
I’m the surprised neighbour.
I had no idea that the guy I was marrying was…okay, not a serial killer, but a killer of other things like; hopes, dreams, self-esteem, self-worth, confidence.
Am I being overly dramatic?
Possibly.
‘Cause at the end of the day…I am