For some time as the divorce process started, I found myself having restless nights. I couldn’t sleep, I couldn’t eat. I felt drained, my hair was falling out again. My skin was terrible again with my eczema flaring up again in places I didn’t think I could get it! My eyes suffered the most, the bags under them made it clear to anyone who saw me that I was suffering. But nobody dared say anything to me; it was clear to see I was a broken woman.
What made it worse was my friends who I thought were going to support me showed me their true colours. Many walked away; some kept telling me to hush up and simply deal with it.
If only it was that easy…
The divorce court case came round sooner that I could have imagined. I had to head back to Egypt and didn’t