The two weeks I spent in Nick and Dani’s spare bedroom passed in a blur and, surprisingly, they were two of the best weeks I’d had in a long time. Instead of feeling pathetic and sorry for myself, I took that time to regroup and reassess my life – or, more accurately, what was left of it.
The day after Jack had assaulted me, Dani and I took half an hour to pack what little was mine into boxes and bin bags once we’d found that the house was empty and the spare key was where I usually left it. As I’d suspected, Jack had gone to work like normal, and with a sinking feeling, I realized that it was normal for him to manipulate me like that; for him to hurt me like that.
That moment of realisation sent me over the edge and Dani had had to restrain me from trashing the house I’d never called hi
