Out of respect for our children, I will not disclose in complete detail everything that was said and done to me. Some things are just too humiliating and will forever remain with me.
In my writings through the years, you mocked me. You thought that I was writing a romance novel. I was in fact writing about my feelings and thoughts without being seen or heard. At the time, I felt it was the safest way for me to release them, yet it continues to rule my existence. It took me 38 years to get here. I don’t know how long it will take to get over it, but this is my first step.
My life on a pie chart:
I have lived every slice of this pie, by your hands and through your words.
To be continued…
Living purple 