Has the wool been pulled over my eyes? Did I miss all the red flags because I wanted him to be something more than he was? Was I a total fool? Worse – was I the Other Woman?

After almost six months, I’d never been to his house, I’d never met his friends, I’d never met his family. After treating him (more than happily) to a wonderful birthday meal, I missed the last train back to Brighton. I couldn’t get hold of my sisters. I had nowhere to stay. He stared at me blankly, not offering his place.

After almost six months, we saw each other sporadically, we only spent one night together every so often, we only had a sleepover when he came to mine.

After almost six months, he never took one photo of us on his phone, his mobile was always on aeroplane mode, I never even saw his phone background – for it was always face-down on the table.

After almost six months, he maintained he didn’t have social media, he then claimed to have a stalker, I didn’t have access to his secret profile.

After almost six months, he goes away for long weekends, he’s planned three weeks away over Christmas, there’s no chance he can come back early to spend NYE with me.

So after almost six months, I decided to call him up on it. I set my boundaries, I said I’m worried I haven’t been to his house, met his friends and never see him – I said I feel I’m not let into his life.

And after almost six months, he hasn’t even bothered to respond.