“I feel alive. I feel okay. You know there are moments that you feel everything is crumbling? But those are just moments. Generally I feel alive. I feel good.”
She said the words quietly and I sensed she was not having the best of days. She was describing being separated from her husband of just about six years. This sister, a mother of two in her late thirties, decided enough was enough and left.
We have been talking for quite some time, even before the separation and for her it has always been a case of respect. And he did not keep his end of the financial burden. I asked to share part of her journey in this space and she agreed.
