self together and then sneak out of the apartment. The pain I felt was so intense, that I ran down the stairs. I had no idea what floor of the building I was on, the stairs went on forever, it seemed. Although I was drugged, I ran until I found a train station. I had no money. I tried speaking to the token clerk, asking for help to get on the train, but he just ignored me. He ignored me in much the same way the homeless are ignored in the streets. I asked people coming into the station for help and again was ignored. Not one person in this suburban neighborhood would help me. My mind in a state of panic, I asked the clerk to call the police. I was pacing back and forth, waiting for the police to arrive, wanting to tell them that I had been raped and needed help, feelings of alienation enveloped me when I realized that a police officer was never going to show up. Taking one last look around for the police, I spotted my husband coming into the train station, he was running, breathing hard, sweating and very angry. Trying to get as far away from him as I could, I jumped the turnstile just as the train pulled into the station and got on the train. I didn't even know if I was heading in the right direction for home.Reaching Manhattan safely, I went to my parents house. I never told my parents about the incident in Queens. What I did say, was that Andrew and I could not get along anymore; that I needed to stay with them for the remainder of the weekend. During the weekend, I contemplated leaving my husband. My feelings of fear, indecisiveness and humiliation could not persuade me to remain in this environment against my desire to leave such an oppressive relationship. Sunday night, I decided to ask my father and brothers to help me move my belongs out of the apartment on Monday, they agreed with no questions asked. I wasn't very pleased with myself for sneaking out of Andrew's life, I would have preferred to look h...
