I just ran out of my home on Tuesday after my husband once again laid his Hands on me for laughing and telling him I discovered he didn't go to work rather to see a girl. It's been three days now. I left with a bag and three clothes. Lucky I got a place to stay as my eldest sister just paid for a house in the town am staying. Gods divine providence is what I call it. At least I don't have to sleep on the streets and am extremely comfortable by his grace. Am taking every day at a time. He called my mum to say that he hasn't seen me in days. It's not easy I tell you. At some points I can't focus and eat. I listen to Gospel songs then I get sad and put it off. My emotions are etremenly mixed. I've been tracking him and see that he still goes to see the girl after work every day since I left. He's been calling me but an not  speaking to him. My sister is really trying to support me. Am trying to get myself busy. Don't know when to go get my clothes or the return to the house or what to do. I want to know when it gets easier... but am taking everything one day at a time....