Yesterday (13th March) was my four year anniversary.
This was the day I landed in the UK with my then 12 week old son, after being in an abusive relationship.
This was the day I realised I was no longer going to punched, hit, strangled, suffocated and then some.
This was the day I realised that even though my abusive ex-husband agreed my son and I should go to the UK and he would follow, I knew he wouldn’t.
This was the day I realised my son was not going to grow up following in the footsteps of his father.
This was the day I got my life back – even though I am still not completely back on track.
This was the day I said “No more. Enough is enough”.
This was the day I started to live again.