To this day I do not think about what happened to me that day. I rang Freddie's

                            By the time he came home I had already rung my parents and told them what
                            happened, it was so good to hear from them, I missed them so much, Freddie
                            never let me contact them not even on Christmas day. I also rang my best friend
                            Regina. Regina was always a pain in the arse at the best of times but she was my
                            best friend and was always there for me no matter what. I told Regina where I was
                            and that I was ok, it was really good to talk to another female, I hadnt done so for
                            six months.

                            That night Freddie came home, all sorry and apologetic, I was very cold towards
                            him, he could never understand what it was like to go through what I did alone. I
                            told him that I was going back to Sydney on Thursday, and went to bed. About
                            3.30am there was a knock at the door, Regina had driven with her sister all night
                            to come and pick me up. Freddie told me I couldnt go and I said to myself its now
                            or never, I packed my things and left with her that morning.

                            Freddie kept calling me and telling me how sorry he was and that he would never
                            do it again. Stupid me got suckered right back in and he moved back to Sydney. I
                            was living with my parents whilst he camped out in his car in the front yard of my
                            parents house. He still is sleeping in the car outside, he takes me to work and drives
                            me home, I do not get any spare time to myself, my mental well being has suffered
                            immensly and because of his little lies I may lose my job.

                            My parents were always pressuring me to break up with him. I always thought yeah
                            they were just biased, because he didnt have a decent education and job. It took me a
                            long long time to realise that it was him that was the problem and they could see
                            something that took me nearly a year to see.