...to be such a bitch. Trust me to spend the evening of my six month anniversary with the boyf with another guy. And not just any other guy, but the elusive L. Let me bring you up to speed...

Exactly a week ago I went in for my abortion. I won't dwell on it cos it was a strange experience. I was more freaked out hearing the girl in the room next to me sobbing than by what was actually happening to me. I don't know whether the worst part was seeing the foetus or telling the boyf that I'd seen it and getting a non-reaction. Another gold star for Mr Sympathetic. Anyway, he picked me up from the hospital and kept squeezing my bum and touching me in what I thought was an inappropriate manner considering that I was heavily bleeding and had not been allowed to lie down since 7am. So I snapped. And he seemed to take it in his stride. I would've dumped him there and then but I needed someone to be with me through this. Since then we haven't really talked about it and he doesn't seem at all interested in the hours I spent on that ward or what I went through. Fuck him. I told my friends I'd had a miscarriage for fear of blurting out "I had an abortion cos my boyfriend pressured me into it" and I received far more sympathy from them than the boyf. Only a handful of my closest friends know what really happened.

Anyway, moving on. I went out on the Friday night to try to get drunk and forget my worries, unfortunately the boyf was in tow. It was an ok night until he started pouting and it emerged that he was not comfortable with his girlfriend being over-familiar with a group of male friends, and was worried that said male friends may not be showing the right amount of respect and courtesy. This was worsened by the fact that I bumped into the ex in a bar and bought him a drink, and then got jumped on by an old friend who I hadn't seen for ages, who was a bit drunk and friendly and hugged me for a bit too long, according to the boyf. Arguments ensued and I stormed home, still with him in tow, muttering about me not introducing him to everyone as my boyfriend. I had no idea we were each others' property. He obviously wants to delve into bdsm if that's what he's going for....

Saturday was bliss as he was in work and I spent the day running round organising an event for that evening. Hormones being what they were, I decided to cut my hair as well, and then wear a see-thru dress that night. I've since seen the pictures and I'm not impressed. Drank as much champagne as I could lay my hands on and had a few lines to chill me out, and was determined to introduce the duly suited and booted boyf as he so wished. But I just wasn't feeling the party spirit. Which is probably why a bit later on my attention momentarily lapsed and I forgot to hitch my skirt up walking downstairs into an exclusive club - henceforth making a grand entrance on my knees and spilling the contents of my clutch bag across the bar. Classy. I went home soon after.

Sunday was another blissfully peaceful day spent lounging and gardening. Called in on a party in the evening and then went to se the boyf in town to try to be the dutiful girlfriend and get along with his mates. Unfortunately I hadn't realised there were about 20 of them out and I stuck out a mile as the only girl, wearing a short skirt and high heeled boots. Adding insult to injury, I got ID'd in the pub and asked to leave the premises, which everyone thought was hilarious. I can't believe someone thinks I look under 20! I called it an early night...

This brings me to Bank Holiday Monday............