All I could say was ‘sorry’, ‘sorry’, ‘sorry’…a word I had grown accustomed to saying in my tormented life with Stewart.
I must admit I started to feel like a whole weight had been lifted from my shoulders as the nurse sat listening to me, whilst Lucy was asleep in my arms.
It was obvious I was distressed and wanted help, but I didn’t know where to go or where to even seek help in the first place.
I spoke to the nurse briefly about what had been happening. She held onto Lucy for me as I lifted my blouse to show the various stages of bruises I had from numerous encounters of the most recent abuse of the person who claimed to love me.
She asked me lots of key questions, and to be fair most of them I couldn’t