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Oh, I can just hear you now You and every therapist who ever lived will say that I‘, that I‘ve identified with a monster, just like those kids do who are kidnapped and live in a cage for twenty years You‘ll want to see ed soot news for you, Bobby-o

Cured is just a synony

Cured is the word you use when I finally agree

But here‘s the problem with that, Bobby-o You and the therapists can yaree with you and probably never will

Because Mitch gave me love He handed me back my life and that doesn‘t ht in front of me, and all I see in the dark is him

All I see is him

Oooo, you just knocked, Bobby-o I know it‘s you Oh, sure, nurses and doctors knock, but they never wait for an invitation They just barge on in I think they hate closed doors Come to think of it, they‘re a lot like parents that way

Anyway

I know you‘re choet at what‘s in this little machine Well, Bobby-o, here‘s what I say to that

These are s, and you can‘t have theainst Mitch, dead or alive, and I can‘t let you do that Not everything Mitch and I had was a lie, and he saved ain when he saw that I would die if he didn‘t stop trying to save himself

So now it‘s my turn to save him

You want to crucify Mitch? Find someone else Because these words are mine, Bobby-o; they are ive you back your recorder, though

Just give me a sec while I find that little red button, the one labeled era Acknowledgh Every relationship, whether it‘s between two people or a writer and her book, is about taking risks This story was extremely difficult because my intent was to present a situation in which there are no stereotypical predators or victims

Only a very special editor tolerates and chauity Lucky for me, Andrew Karre is of that rare breed and for this, I offer ain to be a fabulous advocate and a writer‘s drea what this was about and taking the plunge

For my stalwart husband, David: I could tell you hoonderful and patient you are, and there still wouldn‘t be enough hours in the day

One last word about this book: Are these daes? Yes; one, for sure Yet rowth e; and reality is coood people, with the very best of intentions, often et in way over their heads before they know it People drown, quietly, before our eyes, all the time