I feel happy.

So today, it's halfway through my week of living alone with Chase and, as I type this, Chase is cooking us dinner for tonight [steak, egg and jacket potato] and I'm sat watching Gordon Ramsey.

He cooks dinner and I clean the house, I feed the cats and he cleans out the cat litter - it's like I've fallen into this domestic bliss. We sit in front of the TV and cuddle on the sofa all night, we eat the dinner he has made while sat at the table talking about our days, we fall asleep at night holding each other with at least one cat lying with us.

I'm so happy, everything is perfect.

I was a little worried about living with him if I'm honest. I mean, I spend 5 days a week with him - I practically live with him, but completely on our own? Who knows what this could've unearthed. We could've ended up hating each other and, although this isn't the end of the week just yet, we don't. I love him just as much, if not more, as before.

Living with Chase has really calmed me down, it's allowed me to be the person I want to be and not be the 12 year old my Mum still wants me to be. I'm not shouted at when I say I don't feel like chicken tonight... I'm just not treated like a kid any more, I'm nearly 19 now and I don't want to be treated like a 12 year old.

Chase has just come in and asked me if I'd clear the table, dinners ready.

See

Perfect!