What is also hard to explain is that, in hiding, in not talking, I was allowing the rape to become a companion. Seasons would pass and come and go and I would be further removed from where I once was, every year. I knew my life was in immediate danger, he made veiled confessions of wanting to kill me. In the aftermath I would not see someone, a physical soul, for sometimes weeks and weeks and weeks at a time, remaining alone. Hopefully no more “what happened to Duffy questions”, now you know … and I am free.

Source: The Star April 05, 2020 21:13 UTC