It has been almost 20 years since the nightmare ended. I have made several attempts to put my story on paper, but as I began reading the depositions, etc. , the hurt, anger, betray, darkness and depression all came back. I was reliving everything again. I could hear their voices, their selective memories and sometimes right out lies. Why do this? I finally realized that had I had access to a similar story of the hell I went through, it would have strengthened me and made the ordeal less lonely, and reaffirm that one could succeed and survive. If my story offers comfort or hope to one person who is or has gone through hard times, or help someone understand a person who has, then it will all have been worth it.