This will be right up there as possibly one of my vaguest posts to date as I can't talk about what I need to talk about, but I'm going to allude to several things so that should be fun for you because you'll get NOTHING out of this, but I'll get a bit of a catharsis from the whole thing.
So I have questions that HAUNT me. Two predominate questions. One man knows the answer to at least Question #1, and I GREATLY suspect he knows the answer to Question #2. I may or may not have been married to said man (it was the former). The issues surrounding both Questions 1&2 did irreparable damage to my life at the time and still to this day has a major effect on me. I'd trade something of great value if I could ever get these two questions answered, but I have zero trust in the person who could answer them. It would at least explain a bit why I had to endure what I did. I think about this every day. Every fucking day.
I hope he does too.
The whole incident always makes me think of this song. "Secrets Everywhere, Dirty Games, Nah-Nah-Nah-Nahh...."