I think my father’s death made me realise that life is too short to waste time in a situation that is making you unhappy. Trying to describe why a relationship fails is in itself doomed to failure. Oh, sometimes a used condom found under the sofa might do it, or an argument that ends up with pieces of furniture in the street could help finish one off, but for the most part it is an endless accumulation of little things. The bold facts were that Scott and I were madly in love at the beginning and then I was too busy for him, but this must have happened to other couples who have survived such things. There is no denying that the fact that I was busy on television did nothing to help. I hate to describe myself as a celebrity, but as far as Scott was concerned I was one, and going out with a celebrity was hell. The moment you leave your front door with your famous friend it ceases to be about you, and the awful truth is that it isn’t anything to do with self-esteem or paranoia – it actually isn’t about you.
