My father beat my mother, and the violence in our family left its mark on my life even before I could understand it. Reaching my teenage years, it was as if I myself was looking for adventure for my “fifth point.” One time I found it... Something terrible happened to me, and after that I swore off treating my own safety with carelessness again.
Meeting a wonderful man who put me on a pedestal changed me. But the diary my husband found—full of entries about my private tragedy—split my life into “before” and “after.” Who was he? My savior, or one of those who hacked at my soul?!