I left him on December 28, 1991.

To this day I do not know who the Nancy was that left. I felt like I was in a movie.

He was not there. I saw someone packing a bag. I saw that person closing the door behind her, suitcase in hand. I went to my mother’s house.

When I arrived unannounced that Sunday evening, Mom opened the door and before she could say a word, I said, “Have I got a story for you”.

That week I did two things. First, I found myself an attorney. And next….I found a t...


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