I am me
It is time for my story to be told.
Many, many times I have to put pen to paper and tell my story, but I have always been
I was afraid that I would hurt those I love. I was afraid I would offend some and sully the
memories of others. Most of all I was afraid of the emotions that this story would evoke
in me and those nearest and dearest to my heart.
To all of you, I apologise and I hope that once you have read this, you will understand me
and why I once was the person I was…..and, maybe you will understand why I had to do
To my kids: Please, if you start reading and you know who I am, just stop. Don’t read
any further; rather keep the memories you have. If you decide to continue reading….well,
then I sincerely hope you know that judgement should be left in God’s hands and that
parents do make the most terrible mistakes and have to live with the regret. These are my
memories and I have tried my damnedest to be as honest and objective as possible.