In this dysfunctional, and dangerous liaison, she was to find herself face-to-face with a monster. The Beast she called him; one moment a man from a fairy tale and the next her worst nightmare. He would shove a camera in front of her face and interrogate her for hours, then give her diamonds the next day, only to beat her the day after. The real became the unreal, even delusional - to that point that in her reality, she didn't mind him touching other woman as long as he didn't touch her. She had no one, he had everyone. The power of the patch she called it for a time, until her darkness became her salvation and the world became her future.
To sort it all out, she kept a journal. Furtively writing notes, trusting no one and hiding them. She lived in constant fear that her husband might find them, and murder her; force her into a bathtub , (so blood wouldn't get all over the house) and cut her up in pieces - pieces that were to be left for her children to find.
Kerri survived and her life story continues here.....