"I found this poem just a couple of years ago that I wrote just three days before our first anniversary. It was still on scribbled on the paper that I had written it on.... Here I am expressing the painful confusion of the love my ex-husband and I shared. He was charming and loving and so caring at times....others he was like another man! But I knew that no matter how much he hurt me I would still love him, and that is something that no one but another victim/survivor can understand. They wonder how can you love the man who causes you so much pain? I married him, and I chose to love him. And the painful reality of my life was confusing even for me. My ex-husband had been diagnosed with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) but at the time I was angered that they put a name to his treatment of me. The last time I saw him, I displayed a violent hate for him, because I knew if I didn't....I would crumble under the spell of his eyes when he said that he loved me that day."

