Dear Mr Chilton....

You won't read this. Just like your daughter.

But here goes.

Firstly, your daughter Sarah Chilton ended our relationship after almost two years, by simply posting my front door keys back to me.

Do you think this was the best way to end our relationship?

Why couldn't she speak to me after all that time we had spent together?

Do you think this was a mature, rational way for her to behave?

Letter to Sarah Chilton - updated after The Marsden incident

18th March 2018 

(updated after The Marsden Incident 5 May, 2018)

TODAY is the first anniversary of the night that you protested about my employer: “how dare she text you on a weekend off!”  

Then you dictated my “I don’t appreciate...” text response to my employer, triggering my fight for my job.

Just two weeks later, on April 1^{st  (}fittingly) you sent me a completely deluded email ending our relationship after almost two years.

We made up. The next day you sent me these from your @chilts69 Twitter account:

Sometimes do think it would be better if we bit the bullet and lived together x but not for discussion now I understand x 2 Apr 2017

True love is an amazing emotion and the impact it can have x 2 Apr 2017, 9:33 am

The Crash (Part 2)

My daughter finally got me to hospital. 

She had rushed up from London to Sale to be met by her father, a quivering wreck, and a gaggle of police hovering around me in the kitchen. 

They were ever watchful after my bungled suicide attempt. I was curled up in the corner. Hardly able to speak.

We’d already waited two hours for an ambulance, but one had still not been mobilised, my daughter was told. And the police were, understandably, losing patience with their unscripted role as mental health nurses.