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I was trying to change so he would love me as he used to.
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There was a big knife—like a meat cleaver—on his desk. Ted
Stfu no
He grabbed my arm. “If you ever tell anyone about this, I’ll break your fucking neck.”
The next time we talked he asked me if any more bodies had been found. His bringing it up like that scared the hell out of me.
Weeks later I remembered that my ski rack was on Ted’s car on July 14. Was that what happened to Janice Ott’s bicycle?
I didn’t write to him. What could I say? Dear Ted. Hope you’re enjoying jail. I helped put you there. Love, Liz.
thought of writing her a letter, because I understood perfectly well what the power of fear could do to a person.
Kinda explains why she’s still standing by Ted after being found guilty
But I have a sickness . . . a disease like your alcoholism . . . you can’t take another drink and with my . . . sickness . . . there is something . . . that I just can’t be around . . . and I know it now.” I asked him what that was, and he said, “Don’t make me say it.”
I have a feeling he was talking about Molly because the most recent murder was of a young girl. So scary
My counselor told me that obsessive-compulsive disorder often develops in people who have experienced trauma.
It is a gift to be able to make mistakes, find solutions, and move forward in life—a gift not to be wasted.
“The tragedy is that this violent and manipulative man directed his murderous rage at innocent young women to satisfy his insane urges.”
And I’ve finally learned that no amount of intense, repetitive thinking is ever going to change the past. I’ve learned what “let it go” means.
