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Maryann escaped a dysfunctional family through alcohol and joining the Air Force. She tried to find love in promiscuity, until she met a fighter pilot who refused her advances and changed her life instead.
He said, "We can make a hundred thousand a year." I said, “Well, Let’s go!” The first year we made some good money; about sixty or seventy-thousand dollars. In two years of working with him I didn't know that he was using pow...
I couldn’t understand, from the civil war and being exposed to dead bodies, abuse, and suffering, from being in shelters and then coming to America thinking “finally”.
I started to make emotional ties with a lot of these girls that were just unhealthy.
From the very beginning my real dad told me he loved me, but left. He may have loved me, but I don’t know. Then a step dad came in, and said he loved me and my mom, but would also tell me to not tell. It started with fondling...
My brothers and I were separated. When we came back together in our parents home it wasn’t any better. There was still a lot of abuse going on, so I moved back out the spring semester my senior year.
Her grandmother threw her out. She lived in a little 16‘x9’ shack by the roadside. I was born in that little shack.
I didn’t know if God loved me. I was just so desperate. I started to try to find my identity in relationships with guys.
Every relationship, every encounter, would get worse, would become more perverted, more faceless, more emotionless. I had been with countless men. I could fill up a notebook full of the men that I had been with.
Carrie prostituted herself for drugs. As a registered nurse, educated and articulate, she never expected to go so low.