Straight after all that trouble with the girls, I got myself in more trouble with the boys. Those producers really knew what they were doing, ha ha. Next thing I knew, they’d sent another ex into the house called Rogan, aka the world’s biggest flirt. I got into loads of trouble with Jordan, because Rogan and I had to touch lips during some crappy tequila game. Jordan started mugging me off, so I accepted Rogan’s invitation to the penthouse suite and it caused a massive stir. But all we did was drink champagne, and I ended up leaving. I just wanted to get back at Jordan because he’d messed me about with his ex.

Things were a bit tense between me and Jordan. Everyone was playing a game of truth or dare, which led to me having to kiss Rogan. Five minutes later, Jordan was getting me back twice as hard with the other girls during a game of spin the bottle – I was sitting there fuming. The next thing I knew, it was all over between us, and I was sitting in my room crying.

Looking back, I’ve no idea why. I didn’t love Jordan, not properly, I just got sucked into the drama of it all. At this point, I’d had so many tantrums and breakdowns over tiny things that even one of the producers, Jake, was telling me to pull myself together. He definitely had a point, but the timing couldn’t have been worse for another ex to turn up.

Jordan – being all Billy Big Balls about being single again – went off to the beach with Rogan and Bear, waiting for some girl to turn up, while the rest of us waited back at the villa. When Rogan and Bear came back in with no Jordan, my heart sank. Then they said who he was with, and my heart went through the floor. Remember I told you them producers had a secret card up their sleeves when it came to me? Of course they did. It turned out Jordan was on yet another date. With one of Bear’s exes. Who happened to be a girl from Essex – and guess what? It was Connie. What the actual fuck?

As far as I was concerned, this was worse than even The Dip turning up. This wasn’t just an ex, this was an ex-friend who had shagged my ex. And now Jordan was out on a date with her. Fuck my life.

We were all told we were going to a nightclub, so I got glammed up and was ready to enjoy myself with everyone else. But when we got there, they held everyone back and told me I had to go in first. They told me, ‘Megan, go up to the bar and order a round of Jägerbombs.’ As I walked in, I looked to the left, and there was a massive candlelit dinner laid out by the pool. And guess who were sitting there hand in hand? Jordan and Connie. I was then told that they’d already had a kiss. I tried to keep it together, and I walked across and stood with the other girls. To everyone else, we looked like the cast of Mean Girls, and I was Regina George, but what people didn’t realise was that this just brought back all the hurt from my days with The Dip.

I genuinely thought I was hallucinating when I saw her. The look on my face, the smile on hers, the panic on Jordan’s, the shock on the other girls’ – it was all too much. I’m sure it was amazing TV, but inside, well, I was already cut up to shit by this stage of the show, and then this happened. To see her sitting there… One of the other girls asked me, ‘Are you all right?’ I didn’t know what to do – it was clear everyone wanted me to have a confrontation with her. At this point in my life, I had no respect for myself and had nothing to lose any more. I thought, ‘Fuck it, I’m going to talk to her.’

Connie walked over with one of the girls who didn’t like me – who was loving every minute of all this, obviously, building up her own part – and I just said, ‘Why are you even here?’

She started to speak, but I was just warming up, telling her, ‘I don’t give a fuck about your opinions.’ Then I happened to notice that her hair was looking a bit frizzy, so I added, ‘Do you want to get some straighteners on your hair because you look like a fucking lion.’

I find some of these lines a bit embarrassing now if I’m honest. I was just saying stupid things because I was drunk, but all my one-liners kept coming out, including the one where I said, ‘Babe, you look like a mop.’

Then we had a proper row about The Dip – that was always going to happen. It was getting really heated, and the producers were whispering to me, ‘Push her in the pool,’ but I couldn’t. I’d probably have been chucked in as well. They were probably saying the same thing to her. Like I said, they do like to rile it up. I managed to drag myself away, but I was beside myself. I was genuinely livid that I had to face her again. Afterwards, I was being interviewed about it, and, even with all my attitude on the outside and the Jägerbombs on the inside, it was clear I was still cut up, saying, ‘Why do you think I’m here? I’m trying to get over the shit I’ve had in the past.’ I know people look at me like I’m a psycho, but I’m hurting, and this pain was 100 per cent genuine.

The next day, which was going to be the grand finale of the series, Connie and I actually had a heart to heart in the villa. This time I was sober, and it felt good talking to her. I decided to forgive her, and I think that was probably my first real step in getting over the whole drama with The Dip.

During that final day, Jordan and I also had a heart to heart and became boyfriend and girlfriend. I ended up bringing him back home with me. My poor family! Only a month before, they’d seen me off to the airport, upset and heartbroken over The Dip still. The next thing they know, here I am returning with some Welsh kid and announcing, ‘It’s only going to work if Jordan moves to Essex. Is it okay if he moves in with us?’

My parents had had a tiny bit of warning. I’d phoned my mum from Mexico and told her I had a boyfriend. She said, ‘Okay, but you haven’t done anything, have you?’ I knew exactly what she meant. The last thing she’d said to me before I walked out that door in England three weeks before was, ‘Enjoy yourself, just don’t have sex on TV.’ Shit!

So I knew what was coming, but at the time, I swerved it and said, ‘No, of course not.’ Then I got home and realised I had to come clean before the show aired. She wasn’t cool about it, but she dealt with it, and my mum has too big a heart to hold a grudge. But I have to say it’s my biggest regret, especially when I watched the show back and saw that they’d sped it up, played ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ by Queen and shown Jordan whacking his head on top of the bunkbed. What a prat! Also, I was gutted to see Jordan bragging about it. ‘I’ve put more groundwork in than Alan fucking Titchmarsh,’ he said on camera. I mean, it’s a good line, but like I said, I regret it massively, and it’s something I’m not proud of.

What was I thinking?! My family were nice enough to let Jordan live with us for six months. I guess at that point in my life, they just thought, well, whatever happens and whoever he is, he couldn’t possibly cause as many problems as old Dippy.