confronted with her admission of having an affair with the very man who had earlier in my life betrayed my trust by molesting me. My walls of happiness came crashing down around me!
My life would suddenly and without warning return to the turmoil and chaos that was so prominent in my childhood. I immediately turned to the familiar enticements of the whiskey bottle, which I had hoped would serve to numb the pain of a failed marriage. Little did I know that I would excel far beyond the boundaries of alcoholism that I once knew so well. Having turned away from my sanctuary of protection in God, I plummeted into the strong holds of drug addiction in addition to my alcoholism, becoming far worse off now than ever before. My life quickly became a horrible nightmare, climaxing with an attempted murder charge a year later as I foolishly blundered my way through a drunken effort to kill the man I viewed as the one person responsible for the condition of life in which I suffered, the brother-in-law who had violated my trust as a teenage child and both mentally molested and physically fondled me in his perverted attempt to answer my questions of normal sexual inquisitiveness, and now he was
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