In October, I took the children to the beach and took loads of photos that I wanted to display in some way.

While decluttering the other day, I found a photo frame; it was bright red, which I didn’t like, so today I chose and printed off the photos I wanted, and then covered the frame with scrapbooking paper and added a starfish at the bottom. I was quite pleased with how it turned out and hung it on the wall in the living room.

Tom walked in from work, took one look at it and said, “What the fuck is that? It looks shit. You can take that down right now.”

Every single thing I do, every single thing I try, he finds fault with and criticises. He never has a good word to say about anything that I do.

Not one.