My blood was boiling. I wanted to set his apartment ablaze. Oh my heavens, this man has driven me to contemplate arson Miles was his name and he was methodical and malicious behind closed doors and gregarious and fun loving when there was an audience. I welcomed him into my home, exposed him to my children, gave birth to his babies and married him. Unbeknownst to me I had now entered into a world that would be littered with confusion, jealousy, and hatred. Within months I was entangled in a web of depression, stress, and debilitating panic attacks. My life became a whirlwind of sadistic conversations and vicious confrontations. Before the dusk could settle, fragile minds would be trampled and precious lives would be destroyed. Clawing myself out of the abyss and addressing my own mental health issues would ultimately unearth the ugliness of the past. Was this my destiny? Would this one day be my life story?