I must have sat there for more than fifteen minutes not sure of what just happened I was trying to make sense of it all, I also didn’t know what the hell to do. I gathered the few clothes that had not been blown away by the wind it was a track top and a two t-shirts, I wished that I had some jeans but those were the only clothes that were left I took the track top and put it on and went to the door and started knocking “Mthobisi, open this damn door” I said shouting from the outside, there was no response from the inside I knocked and knocked wondering where the hell Priscilla was when I needed her but I figured my husband must have told her to stay out of this and obviously in a fight between my husband and myself she was definetly going to choose him. I didn’t have a phone so I couldn’t call anyone. Mthobisi please open up, I will explain everything and it’s not what you think, I didn’t do anything wrong here, I’m the victim here, please honey please open up for me.” I said pleading with him but it seemed like my please were falling on deaf ears or he was not even close to the door, for all I knew I could be talking to myself. I realized that Mthobisi was not going to open for me and I needed to make peace with that and just find a way to get someone to pick me up,