It was like a hand from the grave would reach out and grab me, and it took all my will power to free myself once again.
This was how it felt during the first weeks of separation from my marriage.
Every trick in the book was used to lure me back into a marriage that had long failed.
There were two sets of forces, my ex and my younger children. The younger children were at an age where they wanted a family like everyone else’s. My younger daughter made that plain to me at the time.
My older children knew the situation well, they had watched me suffer psychological and physical torment and knew I had to get out of that environment.
For my ex it was the shame of publicly acknowledging the failure of the marriage. She wanted respectability; she wanted our community to know it was my entire…
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