I don't own anything.

I like Ciara and I think that she and Dylan could be happy together.

Control.

The more that I drink, the more control he has over me.

When I say "he", I mean my husband, Joel. And he's an " enabler".

If I drink (and he always makes sure that I do), then the more control he has over me.

And the more I forget that I want a divorce.

I forget that I am in love with DR Dylan Keogh.

The only problem is that I don't forget. I hurt myself to remember.

I think about the day Dylan and I will be together.

I think about our baby that we lost and the life that we could have had.

The life Dylan and I could still have.

And I know that thing's look desperate now, I have the faith that, one day, thing's will be better and Dylan and I will be together.