The point was that I couldn’t enjoy my life. I was furious at the system that allowed this. The law enforcement and courts that didn’t protect me, the mental health support systems that weren’t in place to help George before he became who he was, the society that told me my job as a woman was to smile and be nice to a man who gave me the creeps until it went on so long it turned into this. And I was so tired. Sick to death of living this way.
