I couldn’t help but cry when I drove through the gates. This was it—my happily-ever-after, my fairy tale come true, my Willy Wonka golden ticket. I joined the exotic zoo of girls and animals at the Playboy Mansion. Except unlike the peacocks, cockatoos, and monkeys, I walked into my cage willingly. It was that easy. And if there was the sound of a door slamming shut behind me, I didn’t hear it. I couldn’t hear it. Because for the first time in my life I felt like I was safe. I felt like I finally had a real home.
