fear what lay ahead of me despite receiving phone calls from my brother−in−law who was trying to resolve the house situation stating my soon to be ex−husband had made a silly mistake and was happy to put the house back in my name. This never happened; despite me holding onto empty promises for what felt like an eternity.
I showed up at the court case in this small building in the middle of nowhere. A new friend was with me, holding my hand in support although I felt weak and fierce at the same time, I knew this was something I had to do. The small hut of a building was full of beaten and worn−out women who were trying to speak up for themselves. One woman in particular caught my attention who was sat at the front of the small building. She had plasters and blood−filled bandages all over her