I started writing with bullet points; the time he was drunk in the car, the Porsche we bought him, his ridiculously expensive stereo, the dog car seat mess, Marolyn drunk at the residence, his Mistress, the time he trashed my car, and on and on...... Then over about a 4 year time span, I posted in as much detail as I could remember, each story one by one.  

The feedback and enhancements from the folks here was so supportive and positive that it became incredibly therapeutic. And with each story I could feel a layer of grunge falling away. I felt lighter, more free, and my natural emotions and personality that were suppressed for years, started to come back. It was like I was 21 again; my age right before I got suckered in by Rawat.