The moment I saw the evidence of my husband’s infidelity, I felt the ground crumble beneath me. With a heavy heart, I packed a bag for myself and our two daughters, and we left the place that had once been our sanctuary. We had nowhere to go, but I couldn’t bear to stay a moment longer. After driving through the night, we ended up at a shelter for women and children. It was a stark contrast to the life we had known, but it was a place to begin healing. Surrounded by supportive staff and other women with similar stories, I began to see a glimmer of hope for a new beginning.
