Almost 20 years in, and I’m remembering everything… It’s what I wanted to write accurately about the human condition.

I wasn’t the victim. I was something else. I was a volunteer.There’s a different focus now. To stop judgment and write more than one P.O.V.

Diane wasn’t a bad person. She was just messed up, and sex was her drug. I was too needy to say no. She had kids and a husband. The marriage wasn’t good. However, I knew the difference between right and wrong. I stayed long enough to fill myself with fear and tried to drink my way out. It took me a long time to forgive myself.