So I'd left my husband. I'd moved into temporary accommodation. I'd spent precisely one night there by myself. Then somehow he was there every night afterwards. And eventually? I moved back home. Again. By this point, I can practically hear people reading this screaming: WHY DID YOU KEEP GOING BACK? And it's a fair question. It's one I've asked myself plenty of times. But leaving somebody you've built years of your life around isn't always one dramatic moment where you pack a

After he'd dragged me down eleven stairs, I still went away with him. I know. There are sentences in my own story that even I read back and think: What the actual fuck? But we went to Glencoe. And do you know what makes everything that followed even more difficult to explain? We had a brilliant time. Glencoe It was amazing. I showed him the views. He loved it. We laughed. We talked. We had fun. For those few days, the man who'd thrown me onto a bed and dragged me down a fligh