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.
