Although Tom and I have decided to give this one last try, he has now started making what he calls jokes about me and the older children all moving out.

It’s relentless. Every few days, there’s another ‘joke’ about us going back to our old house, or about my other children going to live with their dad and me staying here, but only to look after Annie. It’s so clear to me that he really doesn’t want or love my other children or me.

He used me because he wanted a child of his own and he knew that I would be a good mum to her.

I was never anything more than a pawn in his game.

I understand that now.