As Annie had a feed and fell asleep in my arms, I was looking at her and thinking about how one day she could be looking down at her children, and it made me quite melancholy. I told Tom what I’d been thinking, and he said that we won’t be around to see grandchildren. I said we could, and there was even a chance we could still be around for our great-grandchildren. He said, “I suppose if Annie is a slut like you then it’s possible, and if Annie’s children are also sluts like you, then yes we could see great-grandchildren.”

It’s not the first time he’s called me a slut.

I said that no one should call anyone a slut, and if he so much as dares to tell me I’m being oversensitive – which he always does – then I would walk out there and then. I stupidly thought he would apologise. Instead, he told me that I was a psycho for reacting so angrily, and that I was a nutter who needs my head seeing to.

So, it’s all my fault. Apparently, he plays no part in this. I’m just an oversensitive nutter.

I don’t think I can do this much longer. He said I need to book into a clinic and get my head sorted. He said I should learn to take a joke and that what he said wasn’t offensive at all, as it was meant as a joke. I live with insults from him on a daily basis. I put on a new pair of trousers, and he says, “You’re brave”, but I’m not permitted to take offence as he’s ‘only joking’ and I ‘should know him better than that.’

My self-esteem is at rock bottom; I’m a completely different person to who I was before we met, but apparently that’s because I’m crazy, and nothing at all to do with him.

I do agree with him on one thing; I do need my head seeing to for tolerating this behaviour and for swallowing his bullshit for so long. I told him that if I had the money I’d go.

He shouted, “I’ll give you the fucking money, and you can fuck off.”