Peter never loved me according to Corinthians, the highest authority on love and how Christians should love others. The Bible, the word, the way of the Lord. I don’t go to church and not clear on God but always tried to live as a Christian as I was taught. My role models on love were my mother hating my father, well, all men admittedly. I quote, “No man is good enough for me” (‘me’ meaning her). My father was physically and emotionally abusive to my mother and was cast out by her via divorce when I was nine. I was a mere child when I met Peter turning twenty-one on our first date to a Moody Blues concert.
I was about 19 when I first met Peter. He was engaged to my roommate, Sue. I was going to college at the time and worked at the YMCA as a Secretary. Sue was the Gymnastic Teacher and Coach. Gymnastics was my first love ever since the 1972 Olympics and Olga Korbut performed her back handspring on the high bar. Still inspired I took some gymnastic classes and started helping her with the Girls Competition Gymnastics Team gratis. It was a traumatic time in my life as I recently started having flashbacks of my child sexual abuse and trying to make sense of it all like a scattered jig-saw puzzle. I never got help. I rationalized that I wasn’t raped so it was okay. I could work it out myself, I thought.
I moved to Florida, Peter and Sue broke off the engagement, I moved back a year later. Time marched on and I was living with my brother Craig in Hoboken, NJ. I commuted home on weekends working at Steak & Ale making tons of cash. I ran into Peter and his brother while working one night. I actually dated his brother first.