What was it t hat made me leave the day I did? What was the tipping point that made you finally leave? I am asked questions like that every day.

The day I left was no different than any other day. The abuse was no different. The only difference was that he was not home that day.

It was like “an out of body” experience. I saw a woman packing a bag, I saw her closing the door behind her suitcase in hand and off I went to my mother’s. When I arrived at my mother’s completely unannounced and as she opened the door I said to her “Have I got a story for you.”

There is no one incident that I can point to that made me leave-I’m just grateful that I left.