Her Diary, Saturday: Bf was quite, subdued, just not himself. Something was wrong, he didnt kiss me all day. Not even looked in my direction.

He may be having an affair. I went to bed and cried.

When he came to bed, I cuddled up to him and stroked his hair, he just lay there! Eventually we love and fell asleep in each others arms. His Diary.

Saturday: My team lost the match, f**kin gutted, but at least I got a f**k before we went to sleep!