Our photo wore a heel through my eye, my flat had taken a turn for the apocalyptic, and the laminate floor she had so carefully picked out was a minefield of glass. Yet, somehow, it would all still be downhill from that moment. The moment I woke up and realised Lilly had left me. If I'd known then what I know now, as they say... well... Even at the best of times, it takes a special kind of chaos for me to function. I know that...