Here I was making bad choices in men again. What was still missing from my childhood that I kept retracing back to find. I guess I didn't learn from that one relationship... Brian, came into my life in such dismay and even though I wasn't attracted to him at first the draw of the picture was there. Oh and not excluding the fact of him just being released from prison. With me having a heart of gold not thinking rationally let him into my world that I couldn't be prepared for this gruesome, diabolical, lustful fiasco I endured. The same man I feared I sought protection from. What was my lesson in this, to put my trust in man or back in God and what was Brian's motive all along.