My Boyfriend, my stalker

So when M began showering me with affection and attention, I didn’t know what hit me. At first I refused to go on a date with him, he wasn’t really my type and had a reputation for having a bit of a temper, so we struck up a deal: I needed a lift to the next town one day, so he said he’d drive me there on condition that he could ask me out again at the end of the journey.

When we got talking I was surprised at how smart and funny he was. And genuinely kind. Our first date was a weekend at a seaside town: he booked a huge hotel suite and told me he loved me.

We quickly fell in to a pretty intense relationship, made worse by the small town we were then living in. There were three places you could go on a night out so we lived in each other’s pockets.

Despite this, about a month in he started accusing me of cheating on him. He’d ring my phone in the middle of the night and accuse me of having a man over, or show up at my parents’ house to catch me out. I thought he was being sweet when he offered to pick me up from the local flea pit at the end of the night, but he was doing it to make sure I went home alone.