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Tyson Fury is a proper headcase. You honestly have no idea what the last few months have been like. My name’s Amelia, I’m 22, and I’m just a normal girl from Manchester. What I’ve been through over the past six months because of Tyson Fury is something I’d rather just forget. The image he puts out there, the way he’s portrayed — it’s complete bollocks. In reality, he’s just a dickhead who doesn't care about anyone else. I live on my own and work in events at a local stadium. From the outside, people look at me and think, "She's working, she's got a job, she must be doing alright." But the reality was completely different. For months I kept telling myself it was just a bad patch, but I was constantly drained and stressed. Eventually, my GP diagnosed me with severe anxiety and depression. My rent alone is £900, and once you add council tax, food, bus fares and everything else, there was barely anything left. The thought of any unexpected expense terrified me. I couldn’t even go shopping with my mates without feeling skint and embarrassed because I couldn’t afford anything. By the end of the month, I was basically living on toast just to make it to payday. I remember coming home from a long shift, taking off my battered trainers, and seeing the soles literally falling off. Even the thought of buying a cheap new pair sent me into a panic because I simply couldn’t afford them. Then everything kicked off. After I started taking antidepressants, I was desperate to just get out of the house for once and actually live a bit. I got invited to a VIP event at a club I sometimes worked at, thinking it’d be a good chance to unwind. That’s where I ran into Tyson Fury. He was there with a big group of lads. The whole night he kept staring, coming over, flirting, and buying me one drink after another. Like an idiot, I fell for it. We ended up back at his hotel. It felt surreal at the time, but what happened after completely wrecked me. A few weeks later, my period was late
