How could you do this to me?
I was always there for you. Through the murder, the rape, and even the incest, I stood by you and defended you from your critics.
People said you were no good for me, and I should stop seeing you, but I couldn’t. You fascinated and beguiled me, and I loved you with all my heart.
Now, you’re gone, and I am bereft. But not alone. There must be other people experiencing this same pain. Maybe, we can help each other…