In one of my most desperate moments, I needed quick cash to escape someone that I never thought would cause me any harm. My husband became violent towards me and I had to flee my home. I didn’t even have time to pack a lot of clothes or all of my belongings. I just had a backpack with a few clothes and some personal items. My husband and I shared a bank account, but there wasn’t much in it anyway. We were pretty poor, and my husband was the only one who had a job.
I ran out of the house in a hurry and caught a bus to the nearest motel. I used whatever little cash I had on hand to rent a room for one night. The next day I got a loan from one of the nearby cash places. I couldn’t stay at the motel for the rest of my life. The only relative that I could stay at was one of my aunts who I hadn’t spoken to in quite a while. I called her up and told her about my situation. She said that I was more than welcome to stay at her house for as long as I needed.
When I got to my aunt’s house, she had a big dinner waiting for me. She made fried chicken, baked macaroni and cheese, okra, collard greens, and corn bread, with an apple pie for dessert. After eating dinner, we discussed my situation. My aunt suggested that I file a restraining order and that I get a divorce as soon as possible, or I would end up going back to my husband and he would continue to be violent with me. The next day we went to the courthouse to get the restraining order and we got in touch with a divorce attorney.