Sarah Kanowski

I think I was past any form.

It was like, this has got to be done.

And once it's done, then I can make a reassessment of what happens then.

And on the day of the day I was meant to be going to his house for dinner with the children, a message came in from, a text message, most of them,

Most excuses were via text message saying, oh my God, I'm so sorry.

My daughter forgot to tell me there's an event at the school I've got to take her to tonight.

And I went, I wasn't even surprised.

I think I went back to bed and just, I was such a mess.

And he said, come over tomorrow night.

And I thought, right, okay.

And the next day the excuse came, my dog's had an attack of gastro.

He even sent me a packet of medication with that day's date on it from a vet in his neighbourhood for a dog's medication.

But you had had enough by this point, Stephanie?

Well, I had, but I was just not really very capable of functioning.

I probably wasn't far off being admitted to a psychiatric ward.

In hindsight, thankfully, I didn't have to do that.

But I had a friend, a male friend, the one friend I had who'd been for a long time saying, how long are you going to let this go on for?

A heterosexual bloke who could probably, even without all the details, know that this was not the way a relationship should be unfolding.

He came over to my place one morning, dragged me out of bed, sat me on the couch, shoved some pastries at me I hadn't eaten for days and said, you've got to end this.

And I said, I know.