it led to him crashing the car and leaving him as the only survivor. For years his punishment was now living with the guilt of killing his only child and ex−partner.

I must admit I was in shock with what I had been told but I made my journey back home and sat in the service station on my way back pondering what I was going to do with this news. Would I confront my husband? Would I leave him? Would the violence between us become worse? God only knew the answers to those questions. I did something I hadn’t done in a very long time.

I prayed.

When I got back home my husband was sat in the kitchen eating one of the meals that I had prepared earlier. I am not sure if it was the prayer or my newfound courage, but I was able to pluck up the courage