Gathered around with my parents as we were having somewhat of a last supper before the big move, after just a month together, Chris suddenly got down on one knee.
‘Vicky, I love you so much. Will you marry me?’ he asked, holding a ring in his fingers.
‘Yes!’ I beamed.
This is it, I thought. This is finally my time.
‘If you are happy, then we are happy, too,’ Mum and Dad smiled at me.
And flying the nest just weeks later, I couldn’t contain my excitement.
‘You can start to put your own stamp on the place,’ Chris suggested as I moved in.
Only when it came down to it, Chris was very particular about how things had to be.
Splitting the cleaning duties, I carried the cleaning bottles to the bathroom before giving it a good scrub.
‘You haven’t put the products back in the same order,’ Chris shouted.
Feeling stressed and like I’d done something majorly wrong, I made sure to snap a photo of
