stupid; I made sure the location had armed police nearby in case I needed some help.
He finally arrived and the conversation was pleasant enough till he tried to touch my arm which made me feel uncomfortable. We spent hours and hours in the caf�, and it was obvious that he was not going to give me my property back let alone work on our marriage issues.
I went back to my hotel; he drove me there. At the back of my mind, I knew I had paid for the car that he was driving me in, and I might as well enjoy the ride whilst I could. I wasn’t scared. If anything, I just felt this numbness within me. I felt cold and empty inside, but I knew I just needed to keep moving forward and walk my path.
When we pulled up at the hotel, he tried to kiss me on the sides of my cheeks which just made me want to vomit! I couldn’t