The next day after I was attacked I went to work as usual but emotionally I was a wreck. As I walked along Pearl Street to my office on Maiden Lane my friend Marty saw me and started excitedly calling my name.

As Marty got closer I could hear him “Nancy, Nancy I had a dream about you last night. I dreamt that you died.” As Marty came up to me the smile on his face evaporated and he said “What happened to your neck?”

My neck had welts and bruises from where my ex-husband had choked me. Like a journalist reporting the news I unemotionally told him what happened. I had no emotions or feelings I was just a shell of a person.

Once in my office I just sat there, I did not answer the phone, I did not read my mail, I did not even turn on the computer, and I just sat.

Marty came in my office and shut the door and implored me to call my therapist but I could not move I just looked at him and did not say anything.

My assistant came in my office and insisted I get some food but I did not want to eat. So Wilma took it upon herself and got me some food which I did not eat.

My boss who saw the state I was in insisted I call my bodyguard and go get some clothes from my apartment and find another place to live.

I listened to all of them and finally I called my therapist who insisted I see her that day. I went to see her and she convinced me to do as my boss suggested and get some clothes and find a place to stay for a few days.

I called my sister and asked if I could stay with her for a night and she said sure. I got some clothes and my boss insisted I call a car service which the company would pay for and go to my sister’s house.

I did as I was told I had no will to do otherwise.

I never went back to that apartment to live ever again.