I didn’t know what love was, just what I learned on TV. I was never in love. A couple people tried to talk me out of marrying Peter – his own brother told me not to do it, that Peter had serious issues. My brother Craig sat me down on the front lawn and asked all the right questions. Do you love him? Is he good to you? Are you sure this is what you want? I didn’t hear a word of sense. I actually withdrew in complete horror when he asked, “is he good to you?” He wasn’t good to me at all. We went to the church where Peter was an alter boy and they wouldn’t marry us because we were too young. The priest wanted us to wait a year. I was warned but didn’t listen. My mother always said I learned things the hard way. I sometimes thought I had a learning disability. It was different though, most likely a result of childhood trauma and lack of ability to deal with conflict or confrontation. I was vulnerable in every sense of the word. Easy prey for manipulative types, especially men. All my life I did whatever anyone wanted me to do if they tugged hard enough. I was told multiple times I was a follower.