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