However, I had to be clever instead.
I can’t die tonight. The kids need me.
‘We can work this out. We can go to counselling together,’ I pleaded – trying to be persuasive.
I would have said absolutely anything to get him to stop.
‘Let’s just go to bed now,’ I suggested, squeezing my eyes shut as tears streamed down my face.
The throbbing pain in my head was getting worse – Anthony had been