Today, I’m starting my journey, flying back from Texas, to face demons and make amends to people my selfishness hurt. I’m absolutely terrified in returning to LA – that city from which I escaped after leaving rehab six months earlier.

He asked me to marry him and called me beautiful without knowing me as betrayer of my best friend and lover, and a party to murder. And I love him, not because he isn’t inviting me to the nearest motel or even to his car to have sex, but because he respects me and is offering himself, and the honor of carrying his name, to me… alcoholic, unfeeling, unfaithful… me, not knowing me from Adam… or rather, Eve!

What kind of man does this? What kind of woman marries him within the day?

And thus begins the adventure of my life.