I am going to start with a clean slate. But I do need to record my ordeals lest I forget the lessons that I have learnt from it all.
April 15th saw me get stuck in Geneva. They said it was the volcano and with all the hotels in Geneva being fully booked, the nearest hotel was in the French side of the town. Not that it mattered much to me. But how long was I supposed to wait? With no guarantees for a flight in the near future, I managed to hire a taxi that drove me right down to my door step. 12 hours it took and I had a ball of a time with the people who shared my taxi. The experience was much better than any flight journey I would have had.
Lesson learnt: I cannot plan my life all the time. It’s the detours that make it worthwhile.
June 29th was my birthday. As I was about to start my dinner, I got a call. My son had just returned from the hospital with his hand in a cast and two stitches on the elbow. My ex-husband decided to have a go at my son because my son was not concentrating on his tennis match.
Lesson learnt: A man who raises his hand on a woman will invariably raise his hand on the rest of the family. And oh...once an asshole, always an asshole.
July 16th I spent wondering why I had waited so long to save my son from the clutches of my ex-husband. I will never forget the day as long as I live. My family used all our political connection and police might to pressurise my ex-husband into giving up custody of our son. It was a literal cakewalk.
Perfect strangers helped me and I am so humbled by their gesture.
Lesson learnt: When you put your mind to it, help comes from unexpected sources. Thank you God.
I am told that it would take three months for my son’s UK visa to process and in the meanwhile I can sleep in peace – my son is safe with my parents.
2 comments:
Your husband souds like a right bastard!!! Could you have used his abuse of you to never give him custody of your son in the first place? Thank God you've got him now.
Hi there - there's something called the Sharia law which says that boys go to their fathers. I had got divorced in Dubai as there was no other way to get away from my ex-husband.
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