Charlotte White

I was chatting to the guard at the gate and he let me through to my ex's parked van.

I knock, knock, let myself in and immediately see a girl's panties on the floor.

Not the panties!

Clearly, like, stepped out of.

Oh.

And him in bed.

Chungus vibes.

I blow up on the spot and storm out.

Period.

By the way, there's no phone reception, so picture me raging through the dusty, empty mosh pit.

I try to avoid my ex for the rest of the festival, but stupidly end up dating him for years after this because he totally gaslit me into believing it was innocent.

How do you do that?

What are you saying?

These magicians, I swear.

We actually ended up having many more public festival fights over the years, including a very loud one at a domestic airport when we were sitting right opposite Solange Knowles.

Solange!

Cue losing you.

She was politely ignoring us, but definitely would have caught wind of it.

God, how cringe.

She writes, I finally got the strength to leave him and I'm currently happily coupled up with someone beautiful.