Seven years ago today. In the middle of a 5 day heatwave, and I am talking 5 days straight of 40+ degrees. Home alone with my baby son of just 6 months. Living in the family home south of the city. Isolated. The only person I've seen in 3 days is a guy who comes to pick up 3 eightballs of Ice. The Drug. My husband decided he wanted to become a drug trafficker. My husband, which I was soon to discover lived a double life. My husband, who had said he was working over New Years (FIFO Worker) was actually on the Gold Coast with his 20 something girlfriend at a 5 star hotel. While I sat at home. Alone. For 5 days in the searing hear with a 6 month old. Happy New Year! 2012 was the year I learnt who my husband really was. And not only who he was, but what he was capable of.