I have felt frustrated enough to scream and bang my head in a relationship. I’m not proud of it, I’m ashamed. I feel shame towards myself for hurting and humiliating myself, especially for someone who didn’t care about me. I knew he wasn’t listening to me and I was trying to get his attention to make him care. I didn’t even want to be in the relationship, every time I tried to break up and discuss how we would move out of the shared apartment he would beg me to stay to work on the relationship. It was my first live-in relationship and I didn’t know how to get out. I was raised by parents who hated each other and I thought that was normal. They always told me not to be a quitter. I really thought that I made my bed, now I have to sleep in it for the rest of my life. One day after renewing the lease, he moved out suddenly and left me on the hook for double the rent. At that point I begged him to stay because I was terrified. It took me time to see that it was the best thing that ever happened to me. If he hadn’t left we might have been married, might have had children together, and he would still be in my life. Instead he quickly went on to marry somebody else and then skipped out on her and the wedding bills right after the ceremony. 10 years on and my life is amazing: I have the most incredible husband, a career I love, a house with character, my family. It is possible to have a healthy and happy relationship. I know Kimberley looks really crazy but I get it. I hope she can sort out her life like I did.