The night I lied to Guy and found out he was cheating on me, I called my dad. To be honest I don’t really remember all that much of what he said to me, or what I said to him (apart from the obvious crying of course), and I don’t really know why I called him. I suppose I just needed someone to talk to. I was so far away from my family and friends, I guess in that moment in time I wanted a little tiny piece of home right there with me. But one thing I did remember him saying, I guess trying to calm me down as I sobbed hysterically down the phone to him, was:
‘Why don’t you try writing things down. It might help you feel better.’
The rest, as they say, is history.