the years therapists have struggled with me to understand
why I married the man I did. What I do know is that I was manipulated by
a clever misuse of the Bible. Yet I smiled. I wanted to
be happy. I pretended to be happy.
My sister took the picture to the left just before I left on our honeymoon; I look like a deer caught in the headlights. I
knew I was about to be run over. It came sooner than expected. Less than an hour
later, the man I married drew a line down the sheets with his finger and
said, "Don't ever think about crossing
this line, not even your little toe, unless I want you."
Ten years later he accused me of hugging my side of
Larry signed on for a pyramid scheme. I had to quit college. We moved in with his parents. I eventually got out of there by managing and cleaning a brick apartment complex in exchange for rent.