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So now I need to rewind a little bit, and tell you what happened when I got back from Nashville, in time for filming the next series of TOWIE, the one that would end up being my final one. Pete and I were once again hanging by a thread. By the middle of the series, we were both bored, both getting frustrated and both definitely ready to call it a day.

A few times by then, things had come up about our past flings or shit written in the press, and I would always say to Pete, ‘Tell me everything.’ But I just felt like he never learned his lesson.

This, for me, was the actual problem. This was what I could never get with Pete – every time we had any kind of drama in the press or even just between us, if he’d just been truthful with me from the start, there wouldn’t have been any agg. Nothing major happened, but to me small things like that just got too much.

Finally, we sat down on camera and I said, ‘We just don’t work. I do want you to be happy, but I want to be happy, and I feel like we’re not.’

And Pete agreed: ‘All we did was row.’

What no one knew was that we’d already had this chat between ourselves a week before, so it was doubly awkward to go through it again for the cameras. I’d already made my decision about what I wanted, and that was calling it a day with Mr Wicks.

So for me and Pete, that really was it. I mean, REALLY really. After all those arguments, the screaming matches in the street, the breaking up, the making up, we were actually properly finished. It was sad, really, as we had always got on so well – okay, apart from the times when we hadn’t. You know what I mean. For possibly the first time in my life, I found myself being able to make the right decision about leaving a boy. But, as any girl who’s been hurt and messed up in the head will know, that isn’t always the best time to make any other decisions.