15 hours ago
I was a designer-clad, BMW-driving school gate mum who seemed to have it all... but in reality, my husband kept me prisoner for 26 years. This is the sinister way he did it... and how I finally broke free
Lately I've ignored the doorbell to avoid debt-collectors, but relief trumped shame the other day when I checked the door camera and saw a volunteer from my local church bearing a large cardboard box, marker-penned 'Food Bank'.
As a new recipient, I'd had a three-day wait for my paperwork to be fast-tracked before I could receive any handouts. Bob, the volunteer, shot me an embarrassed look and, before hurriedly disappearing down our driveway, made a lame joke about hoping our family dog wouldn't object to Pedigree chum.
